A/N: Warning: Dialogue heavy. Taken from another Adele song, I thought the two narratives slotted together okay. A second and final part for this little faded Devie piece.

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Doug had deleted the message over, and over again.

He stared down at the woman slumbering next to him and swallowed hard. Putting his phone back down on the table, he settled himself back in bed and closed his eyes again.

It was another week until he found himself staring at his phone again. Knowing his wife was showering upstairs, Doug had rewritten the message again. Staring at the number not saved in his phone but written on a business card in his wallet, he felt the anxiety build and his heart started to hammer.

A text message was the coward's way.

He would ring her tomorrow.

He didn't ring her tomorrow. He called her at the end of month, when his beautiful wife was frittering away his money on clothes she didn't need., and he was lingering in the men's section pretending to care about the latest jacket.

"Hello."

"Hello?"

"Hi, it's me."

"So I can hear. I don't forget a voice. Not one like yours."

"You do great designs these days Evie."

"I've always done great designs." The waspish voice seemed to crackle with the energy that Doug remembered.

"Yes, you have."

"Is there a reason you're calling Doug?"

"Well we were out shopping for clothes and I can see you're dominating the market."

"Is there a reason for this call Doug. You and I aren't exactly on friendly terms." He heard her sigh, he could picture her blowing blue hair away from her eyes.

"Well Evie, I needed to speak to you."

"Why?"

"I just, I don't know why I needed to but I did."

"Doug, you and I are not friends."

"It hurts to hear that."

"It hurt to be thrown out of my house and to be cheated on." Evie sighed again, her voice was cold and Doug felt the ache start somewhere in his chest. "Doug I'm busy, unless there's a life or death emergency I really have to go."

"Oh you must be busy with work, I forgot it's a weekday."

"I'm on maternity leave, I've got a four year old running amok with her knickers on her head and I cannot bend over to pick her up these days."

"Oh. You have children. I didn't know."

"No, you didn't." Evie was huffing. "Isabella Hook you put that down right now. Doug I have to go." The line cut off and Doug felt his stomach plummet. Evie must have married Harry Hook, a reformed Isle inhabitant, just like her. He didn't know much about Harry Hook, only that he was a good businessman by all accounts and whenever Doug had seen anything about him, it was usually about the charity work he did alongside the King.

This feeling hurt, was this jealousy? The spike and flare of anger, the thought of Evie wrapped around someone that was not him. He had no right to feel this but he did, it surged in his veins briefly, leaving a sickness in its wake. It was at that point his wife emerged from the changing room. The stunning red dress would have set his heart pounding and blood running south years ago, but now he felt too sick to notice.

It must have shown on his face because she pouted and slinked forwards, wrapping her arms around his neck, drawing him out of his thoughts.

He left it for another month.

"Hello?"

"Hello Evie."

"This better be damn worth my time..." She growled.

"I wanted to say sorry."

"I am dealing with two children and you think you can call… what."

"I wanted to say sorry. For hurting you."

"You want to say this now. It's been too long." Evie's voice had quietened. Then suddenly there was a shrill cry and whatever words she was about to say stopped. "I need to go. Gracie needs me."

"Evie, please, can we meet?"

"No Doug. That's not a good idea."

"Please Evie."

The line went dead without another word and the hollow ache ballooned in his chest. He rested the phone in his lap and stared at a blank wall. That was how his wife found him, but she had just finished making dinner, and he was mindlessly drawn into the dining room.

Another month went by and this time when he rang, it was Harry that answered the phone.

"Hello Pal."

"Oh."

"Yes, oh. I think you and Evie need to talk. You're making her ill, and I don't want to see my wife sick because of you." Harry's voice was quiet, too quiet.

"She doesn't know that you've answered."

"No, she's sleeping for the first time in two days. She's been expecting your call, you're a week late. You need to see her, I don't know what closure you're trying to foist on her, something to make yourself feel better or worse, I dinnae know."

"I don't know either."

"I do know that you need to stop calling her. You hurt her, you hurt her when I wasn't even in her life and I see the scars daily." Harry's speech made Doug feel ill. "When I hang up on you in a moment I am going to look after my children and when Evie wakes up, I'm going to tell her that she's to call you and to talk to you. But I'm not going to force her. If she doesn't call you, accept her decision Doug."

"I will."

It was another week before Evie called.

It was in the middle of dinner with his wife but he left the table and went to the end of the garden.

"Hello."

"Evie, I didn't think you would call."

"I didn't want to, but Blanche said it would be a good idea to stop you from harassing me."

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me Doug, I don't want anything from you. Get this call over with, say your piece."

"I am sorry for everything I did to you Evie. I broke your heart and I never realised the scope of what I did."

"It's in the past Doug, I am much older and wiser woman. It doesn't hurt me anymore to remember what you did." Evie sighed. "You tore me apart, but you remember when I came to see you?"

"I remember."

"The charm I removed from the house freed me from your influence and after that I grieved, but I have healed since then. I am happy Doug. I have two beautiful children, a husband that adores me and a family I would never change." Evie's voice had thickened, as if she was close to tears. "Whatever you need Doug, I can no longer give you. Fate decided we weren't going to be together but that doesn't mean we have Unhappy endings, I know I don't. You have to decide if you're happy Doug. Also replace the damn herb border. Goodbye Doug."

"Goodbye Evie." Doug had stayed quiet and after she hung up, he remained at the foot of his garden, absorbed in the silence of the night air. He didn't notice the tears welling up in his eyes until his wife came down to find him.

"Love, the dinner is now cold what are you doing?" Her voice made sobs wrack through his body and he could say nothing.

He wouldn't know that Evie had hung up, stared at her phone for a moment until Mal came over and looped her arm through her best friend's. Mal rested her head on her taller friend's shoulder and sighed.

"You want chocolate or strawberry trifle?"

"Chocolate. Carlos made it right?"

"Right."

"Then duh, I want chocolate." Evie left her phone on the sideboard, turned back to the dining room and back to her family without another thought for the man that had left her behind.