"Blink?"

He stopped in the middle of the street, hoping, praying that he was just hearing things. He didn't need any more, not tonight... he just wanted to go home and go to bed.

"Blink, it's me."

Blink looked up at the sky, mouthed, "Why me?" He turned around to face Evie. "What're you doin' out this late?"

"Going for a walk... I needed out of my house." She shrugged, walking up to where he stood in the light of the street lamp.

He examined her face, saw the huge bump on her forehead and light-purple bruise on her cheek. "Jesus, what happened to you?"

She looked back at him. "I could ask the same of you."

"Whattaya mean?"

"You're covered in lipstick." She pulled out a handkerchief, and started wiping at his face and neck. "Looks like you've had a good night."

"I wouldn't say that." When she looked at him quizzically, he shook his head. "I don't want to talk about it." He pushed her hand away, wiping off the rest of the lipstick with his sleeve. "Seriously, Evie, what do you want?"

"I'm getting married in a week."

"Well, congratulations. I'm sure the two o' you will be very happy together." Blink continued walking home, and Evie followed. "Maybe you can just roll around in your piles of money all day, and stop every once in a while to kiss your grandfather's ass."

"That's not fair, Blink."

"No kidding." He buttoned his shirt up to the collar, the chill in the air starting to get to him. "Honestly, did you come all the way down here just to tell me that you're getting married?"

"I wasn't really expecting to see you. I was hoping to, though." She jogged up to him, trying to keep up with his brisk pace.

"What the hell for?"

"Would you stop? Or at least slow down?" He turned into an alley and leaned against a wall, looking at her impatiently.

"There. Happy? Explain."

"I can't get you out of my head." She stood in front of him, desperation in her eyes.

"Welcome to my world, Evie."

"How am I supposed to be a wife to another man when I'm still so hung up on you?" Evie placed her hands on his chest, happy to feel the familiar warmth coming through his shirt. "How am I supposed to move on?"

"That's funny, I been askin' myself the same question."

She pressed her lips to his, and this time he felt sweet, comfortable softness. He made a little noise of protest, but he was too exhausted to fight her off. And what couldn't happen in the prop room at Medda's happened right there in the alley, tender and sweet again though it was among the dirt and people of the street.

"We can't do this anymore." He'd said the words so many times they seemed to have lost their meaning. As he straightened himself out, he looked at Evie, found her nodding.

"You're right." She smiled, though tears swam in her eyes. "It's about time we gave up."

"Yeah." He nodded, biting his lip. Damned if he was going to cry in front of a girl.

"So it's over?"

Blink sighed. "Yeah, Evie, it's over."

She sighed as well, wiping her eyes. "Okay." She placed her hands on his cheeks, leaving one last soft, sad kiss on his lips. "I love you."

And she was gone, leaving Blink in the alleyway to wonder if it really was over.

A/N: -sigh- It makes me sad to have written this. And there isn't much for me to say here. I hope this chapter makes you feel the way it makes me feel... Let me know what you think. -Layne