It wasn't often Evette Weasley left the comfort of the wizarding world. Most of her time was spent in her newly budding shop in Diagon Alley, or back in her home with the Weasley clan. Rarely did her excursions take her outside of that comfort zone, but today, it did. For merely business, she claimed. The furniture shopping scene in Diagon Alley was dismal, and that was putting it nicely.

Evee pushed her shades up the bridge of her nose as she looked down the street, hunting for an antique or furniture store. Her vision for a dark and mysterious tea room was coming true. In baby steps, but none the less. Another loan finally fell through from Gringott's and it was time to furnish the place.

Her high heels clicked along the concrete sidewalk as Eva walked down the way. Nothing really stuck out to her on the way, many things were far too modern for her tastes. She preferred the homey feel.

An hour had passed of mindless wandering, and though Eva had managed to find a pretty nice ice cream parlor, the perfect antique store still had yet to reveal itself to her. The young woman was about to just give up and go home, when it suddenly appeared. As if out of nowhere. Right across the street from her was this dusty, old looking antique shop, with too much furniture to even be properly displayed. With a little polishing and cleaning, a lot of those pieces looked promising. In a daze, Evette began walking towards the little treasure. She thought it was a small gift from heaven, right up until the point where the devil himself walked in front of it.

Daemon Jaxon Nott. Eva froze. What on earth was he doing here?! She followed him with her eyes. Wait. Wait. No. Why was he getting closer to where she was? Panic began to set in Evette's bones. Did he notice her? Her mind was racing at the thought of confrontation, and at the last moment, Daemon Nott turned into a store. A baby store. Evette looked on in shock, and slight horror. Was he totally over her that fast? That he was having another child? Evee knew how he was before, but she never thought...

It wasn't her business. She left him. She broke her own heart. That was that. Oh, but how it hurt. Little tears prickled at her eyes. That, she was not expecting. That stupid boy still had such a grip on her heart. Eva couldn't bring herself to go talk to him. She just kinda peeked inside the window to the shop, silently watching him. It looked like he was having a boy. How sweet. A single tear fell down her face. Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, no, NO. Really? In the middle of the street?! Evette groaned and hastily wiped her face.

"Screw feelings. Let's go shopping." She mumbled, taking one final look at her ex-lover through the window.

"Evette, what are you doing here?"

Evette froze. No. No, no, no, no, no! She slowly spun on her heels, half of her hoping that she was insane and just imagining this. She wasn't. "Ooooh! Hi, Daemon! W-what are you doing here?" Evette tried to play it off coolly. It didn't work quite so well. The warmth and comfort that was once between the two had completely dissipated. Even before, when they had little spats, Evette could always be herself around him, but now? It was like he was a stranger. And Evette didn't deal well with strangers.

Her head dipped as she spoke to Daemon, avoiding eye contact at all cost. Strands of fiery red hair hid her face. "I-i-i, I'm.. Here.." Her stutter suddenly became overwhelming. Eva could barely speak. She just resigned to pointing to the furniture store next door. Evette took a deep breath and attempted to collect herself.

"I thought I saw you.. I wanted to be sure... I'm not, like, following you. If that's what you think." She started twirling her hair around her finger. "It's... Nice to see you..?" She winced as she rocked on the balls of her feet. Did she look as guilty as she felt? Evette was hoping to go her whole life without ever seeing Daemon again. It was just painful.

"W-what are you doing here...?" She looked at his shopping bag and mentally smacked her head. "Right. Baby shopping.. New baby?" Evette asked awkwardly. Merlin, she was bad at this. If the situation weren't so dire, she'd probably be laughing at herself right now.

Gathering all of the courage she could muster, the little red-haired girl looked up into Daemon's eyes. Oh. That's why she tried to avoid them. They still make her melt. "How have you been, D-Daemon?"

Evette silently nodded as Daemon spat his hatred at her. Although to any passing stranger, his words might seem normal, not malevolent in any way, but Evette could see it. She could hear the anger seeping through his voice. He had every right to be. As much as she broke her own heart, she knew she broke his, too.

"I, uh.. I'm opening that shop... I always wanted..." Evette informed him in a voice, barely above a whisper. Her head shot back down to find something interesting on the ground. "That's why.. Y'know... F-furniture."

The fiery hair woman knew the moment she asked, that she shouldn't have. She could feel the harsh aura emanating off of him, she didn't need any Inner Eye to see this. Evee bit her lip as she tried to stop the tears from falling from her eyes. That's it. Never leaving the house without consulting the other realm again. Biting her lower lip didn't stop her tears, but at least her mop curly of hair covered her face so Daemon couldn't see.

A small sniffle escaped her as she nodded 'yes' to his question. "Y-you have every right to h-hate me. I-I can't.. There's n-no..." Another deep breath. Control yourself, Evee. Her tears were still flowing freely underneath the curtain of her hair. She was visibly shaking now. Of all days, why was it today she had to see Daemon? Here? In the busiest city in England? She felt sick. There were too many eyes, too much going on.

"M-m-maybe I-i should leave." It was becoming harder to speak through the tears and her overwhelming awareness of other human beings. "I don't want to hurt either of us anymore." She whispered.

[note: eeee. Sorry it was short. ]

"Nothing! It's nothing Daemon. Can we just go back to pretending neither of us existed anymore?" Evette finally snapped at him. Her emotions could be so fickle sometimes. It was far easier and hurt far less the moments she forgot about Daemon's existence. Getting wound up in the work for her new tea room was a lovely distraction, but there still wasn't a single day the gorgeous man didn't some how manage to pop up in to her mind. The things she could be doing now if she was with him. The life she could be living.

It was in this moment where Evette had a sudden realization that, though she may have lost what she thought was the love of her life, she regained the life and dreams she had longed for with out him. It pained her to realize this, but it was true. With Daemon and Savannah, Evette would have been too tied down to actually live. It was a depressing thought.

"Daemon... I left that day because I was scared. It was wrong. I was wrong to leave you like that... But I was seventeen. Engaged. Expecting a daughter. It hit me that night and I panicked... And then, I did what I thought was easiest. Packed my bags and booked it." Another tear escaped from her eye, but she was no longer trying to hide them. It was time to face her fears. To face him. "My decision has haunted me ever since. There's not a day that goes by that I don't think of the both of you."

Evette began twiddling her thumbs, as her fantastic speech came to a close. She became her awkward self once more, not knowing what else to say.

"You moved on. Keep on living without me. It still stings, but I guess I kinda knew it would happen... And maybe one day, we can at least be friends again."


[note: eugh, really short, I'm super sorry. ]