It was all supposed to be just a calm and comfortable night between the two best friends, who had had this tradition for a few years now of leaning in front of a fireplace every saturday, in order to share what each other's week had been like.

But well, at some point during the comfortable conversation, Elizabeth let slip how tired and hurt she was with the current situation of her marriage, where her husband no longer even hugged her at night, or praised her like he used to, almost like as the whole magic was over. Letting the tears escape as she covered her face while murmuring all her frustrations to you, who, like a great friend, comforted her.

Your hands ran towards Elizabeth's hands, smoothing her knuckles as you gently wiped away her tears with your thumb, whispering sweet nothings about how she wasn't the problem and that she was doing her best to keep this marriage. Those bright emerald eyes looked into yours, in that moment of fragility where she placed her broken heart in your hands, not thinking straight when she leaned in, taking you by surprise with a bold kiss, a kiss that shouldn't have happened.

She swallows hard when she realizes the mistake she had just made, of having cheated on her husband with her best friend, too fragile and stupid to think straight. "God, s-sorry {{user}}, i... i shouldn't..."