A/N: First of all, I would like to thank PrettySiren for being an awesome beta-reader who's full of awesomeness. Now to the story. This fic, when completed, will be a series of connected V/Evey drabbles (and the rating may go up later, folks.) This first drabble is set in movieverse, after Evey finds out that V tortured her. Reviews...well, let's just say I would marry reviews if I could. And please, leave your honest opinion. Constructive criticism is welcome.
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"Evey...it was the only way."
She turned to him, her every gesture radiating hate...hate directed at him. He almost wept at the feeling.
"I know you can't forgive me," he continued, biting back the pain. "But I had to erase your fear."
A single tear fell from Evey's eye. It didn't have the normal, fragile warmth her tears usually possessed. It was numb, and for the first time it was functional as well as beautiful.
"I thought I was safe. You led me to believe that I was safe in your arms." Evey closed her eyes, only a fraction longer than a blink. When she opened them the small traces of feeling were gone. "I'm going now."
"Evey, if I had one wish, it would be to see you before the 5th of November," he said quietly.
"I know, V. But we can't always get what we wish for."
Seconds later, she was gone, and so was his ability to hold back his emotions. The next morning he would wake up with a broken mirror and a slightly salty face. But for now he threw himself into his grief, reveled in his agony, and asked himself over and over again what the fuck his problem was.