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I apologize for the lateness of this chapter. Life has been a bit insane, and a mixture of papers, work, and writer's block made this drabble difficult produce. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

14. Kissing Booth

The hallway was empty, save for one long figure standing in front of the door marked with a gold number '7'.

There was a jingle of keys as Elizabeth tried to locate the doorknob. Tears blurred the colors. Her fingers fumbled with the brass key until she finally found the slim opening and was able to shove the key inside.

The sobs building in her throat surged forward and for a moment all she could do was cry. The key was so cold in her fingers…

A peal of girlish laughter and Elizabeth whirled to peer down the hallway.

Gissy, Gillis, Giselle whatever the tall blonde's name was had another one of her boyfriends over. The two were stumbling towards a flat at the end of the corridor. And all the while they acted as though they were in their own private kissing booth.

Elizabeth could have thrown something at them.

As they were firmly ensconced in her doorknob she settled for swiping at her nose that had taken on the workings of a leaky faucet. She jerked at the stupid key and the door went flying open.

Purse, keys, sweater, and those infernal heels she'd worn were dumped in a heap on the floor. She made it as far as the couch before her tears overwhelmed her again. Sinking down into the cushions, she wallowed in her misery.

Today had been one of her absolute worst.

It was her time of the month. Then she'd spilled coffee all over her blouse, broke her favorite mug, work had been a menace, and she'd received the bills. To make matters worse, she and Will had gotten into an argument.

It wasn't the worst they'd ever had but it was not, by any means, pleasant. They hadn't yelled. They hadn't screamed. She hadn't even cried until she'd caught her own cab and was in transit.

But the fact that Will had taken another cab…that he wasn't home already.

"Stupid, stupid." Elizabeth mopped at her face, trying to stem the flow of hot tears. "It's okay. I'm fine. We'll be fine."

Taking a deep breath, she stood and moved towards the bedroom. Maybe a few hours of sleep would help. Maybe this would all go away. Maybe it was just a bad dream.

She was still sniffling when she rifled through her closet for some pajamas. Selecting a pair of soft pants, she moved to grab a shirt but stopped. In a weak moment, she snatched a t-shirt from Will's side of the closet.

Not a minute later, she emerged from the bathroom, her fingers caught the warm cotton. It smelled just like him.

Burying her nose in the cloth, she couldn't see that a cold, empty bed awaited her, she couldn't see that Will's work light was off, she couldn't see that his shoes and socks weren't tossed across the carpet.

The fabric grew damp as she began to sob. How she rued her harsh words. If only she could take them back…

"Elizabeth?"

Her head bolted up.

Will stood in the doorway to their room. His hands were shoved deep in his pockets, his shoulders hunched. For an instant, all she saw was the little boy Will had once been, a boy asking for forgiveness.

And then she was flying across the room, launching herself into his arms. "I'm so sorry!"

"No, I'm sorry." His voice was a low rasp in her ear.

"I shouldn't have got so mad. I was just stressed…and things were all wrong…" Elizabeth's words weren't coming out properly. But she didn't care.

And apparently, if the warm kiss he gave her was any indication, neither did Will.