"There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in."—Anthem by Leonard Cohen

Killian rolls his suitcase through the airport, sighing after a long flight. He checks his phone after he turns it off airplane mode to see if he has any missed calls or texts. He only has a couple from Liam and Elsa, telling him to let them know that he arrived home safely. He texts them back, saying he just got off the plane and that he would call them later. Right now, he wants to go home and take a nap before tonight. He is giddy with excitement to see his girlfriend. He's missed her terribly since he's been away to visit his brother in England. She wasn't able to come with him because she had to work and couldn't get away for a week. He couldn't stand being away from her for more than a few days, and he caught an earlier flight without informing her so he could surprise her.

On his way home, Killian stops at a flower shop to get a bouquet of red roses and he stops at the store to get some wine and a box of chocolates. He may be tired, but that isn't about to stop him from having a nice evening with his beloved. He even thinks tonight is the night he's been waiting for. Maybe it's the time he's been away from her that makes him realize he never wants to spend another day without her or maybe he just can't find a reason to wait any longer.

When he arrives at his and his girlfriend's apartment building, he reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out the little black box, cracking it open. He draws in a long, depleted breath, staring at the silver diamond ring as it glitters in the sunlight. He'd bought the ring a month ago when he decided to ask her to be his wife. He'd wanted to wait for the perfect moment, but what better moment than their reunion tonight after five bloody days without seeing her beautiful face? After his nap, he'll have some time to go to the grocery store and make a nice dinner for tonight. Yes, dinner and wine and a proposal (and hopefully, a yes) and lovemaking (hopefully as a newly engaged couple). That's what he has to look forward to tonight. In fact, screw the nap. He might be too excited to sleep. He might just drop off his things and go to the store. He snaps the box closed, slides it back into his pocket and grabs the items he'd purchased for her before he worries about bringing in his luggage.

Killian has a permanent smile plastered on his face as he hurries across the parking lot to the building and unlocks the entrance. He sashays upstairs, taking two steps at a time, his heart racing already, and not from the physical exertion of climbing up the stairs. Even though she won't be home until later tonight, and even though he'll have some time to prepare for this evening, his heart is already blooming with emotion. He lives on the fifth floor and there's an elevator, but he's too excited to take an elevator. He needs to work off the excited tension he feels in the pit of his stomach.

When he reaches the top of the stairs of the fifth floor, he strolls over to the door of his apartment, whistling. The sound immediately dies in his throat when he sees a woman sitting on the floor, her knees tucked into her chest as she hugs her legs and rests her forehead on her knees, her blonde hair cascading around her. He raises a brow and stops in front of her, seeing as she is sitting in front of his apartment, blocking the door.

"Excuse me, lass, can I help you?"

Slowly, she lifts her head, sad green eyes looking up at him. His heart tightens when he sees her face. Tears taint her cheeks and her eyes are red and swollen. She's been crying on his doormat.

He scratches behind his ear, not entirely sure what to do in this situation. He's never seen this woman before in his life.

"You live here?" she finally speaks, her words quiet and strangled.

"Aye. Do you need assistance?" he asks in concern.

"That depends. Can you fix a broken heart?" Though she seems to be in emotional despair, her words hold a hint of sarcasm and bitterness.

His heart cracks at her question, despite her tone, and he offers a small smile. "Sorry, I don't possess that kind of magic."

She nods and looks away from him, staring off idly into space. "That's a shame…"

He doesn't think much about her comment, and he really wishes there is something he can do to make her feel better. "Do you need help to your apartment, lass?"

A tear slides down her cheek as she looks up at him again. "I don't live here."

How did she get inside the building then? "Oh… well uh… do you need a ride home?"

She shakes her head. "No. My yellow bug is parked outside. Some guy let me in when I lied and told him I lost my key to the building."

If she doesn't live here, then why is she here? And why did she have to choose his flat to cry in front of? He's even more lost as to what to do than when he first saw this woman on his doormat. "I'm not sure if you're looking for someone, but I'm afraid you have the wrong apartment."

She shakes her head. "I wish that were true. Not for my sake, but for yours."

His brows crease in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Her eyes flicker to the items in his hands. The roses, the box of chocolates, the wine. "Those for her?"

Okay, this woman is starting to get on his nerves. How does she know he lives with a woman? Or with anyone, for that matter? "To whom are you referring, lass?" he asks, a bit irritated at this point.

She tilts her head toward the door. "The woman inside."

He looks at the door and swallows. Milah's home already? But how does this woman know this? Has she been stalking his girlfriend? "You know Milah?"

She shakes her head, averting her glossy eyes away from him.

"Then how do you know she's inside?"

"Because my fiance's not only inside there with her, but he's inside her."