There was always a reason why Evan always distanced himself from people. One of the main reasons was that he didn’t think it was wise to become too close with someone, because things always change, and trust is broken…so it wasn’t any surprise that he took it extremely hard when one of the people he trusted the most turned out to be someone he loathed in the end. He was better off just…not saying a damn word about him; he shouldn’t have foolishly insinuated that he had actually been thinking about the son of a bitch.
Apparating to the house that Mackenzie shared with her mudblood husband, Evan stood outside momentarily, his eyes lifting up to take in the sight of her house. It was such a shack, compared to what she could have had. Evan had never understood what she saw in him, since he only saw filth…but he made Mackenzie happy. How, he didn’t know, but he did.
Letting out a long sigh, Evan climbed the steps to her front door, hesitating before raising a hand to collide with the wood. Afterwards, his hands slid into his pockets, remaining this way even after the door was opened. Lifting his eyes, they took in her expression. “…it’s good to see you, Mackenzie.”
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