I can’t.
I can’t, Alan. I can’t just… hurt someone else because you’ve decided to take this seriously. It’s too late. I said that the moment I walked through those doors, I would never come back. I meant it. I’m trying to move on with my life. I’ve given up on Helena. I’ve given up on you. I want to be happy, and I’ve got this one… this one shot at happiness, but here you are, trying to take it away from me. For what?! Sex! That’s all you want from me, isn’t it?! Sex!
No, Emma! No! *Alan pushed the door open before Emma could run away and, before she could escape, he wrapped his arms around her tiny waist, locking her there as he sealed a kiss to her lips passionately. But the kiss didn’t last long because Emma pushed him away whilst Alan is still panting, and a lonely tear ran down his face*
I won’t give up on you, Emma. Ever. Remember my words… you’ll be mine, one day. I promise. Goodbye, Emma.
Yes, there is, Alan! Do you seriously think I would do this to Rima? Again?! So that’s your big argument? That I was begging for you?
So you just woke up and decided that you were going to go all Romeo and come rescue poor Emma out of her misery! How romantic! Well, guess what, Alan? I don’t need rescuing. Because I’ve moved on! You seriously expected to just knock on my door and that I would welcome you back with my arms wide open and that we would have the forbidden romance that we had on set? No. You know my feelings for Helena. You know that I’ve moved on. You know that it took me so long to fall out of love with you. I don’t want to fall again.
Helena? Helena? Seriously? You’re replacing me with a married woman, with children and a life made? She won’t give up for you, Emma. Wake Up! Nobody else is going to do what I’ve done for you!
Stop lying to yourself! You didn’t forget me, much less gotten over me. Emma, I know you haven’t forgotten anything and you never will because it wasn’t just… the heat of the moment, and you know it! Give me one more chance. Please.
I know that, and I don’t give a damn about it… Indeed, I’m more interesting than anyone else, and you know that… You prove that. And I’m not married, you know that too. Not too fast, darling, I’m not done yet.
To me, you’re married. You’re not available. You’ve been in a relationship with a lovely woman for years, and I’m not going to be the little minx who ruins that.
Don’t call me darling. Or any pet names. You lost that privilege. Just… go, Alan. Please. I don’t want to do this again. I can’t afford to do this again. I’ve met someone who’s far more interesting than you. Someone who’s available. Someone that cares for me. Please, go.
There’s nothing here for you to ruin, Emma. Stop making all this drama, because you know very well that three years ago all that you wanted to do was scream my name, and I gave that to you. And this is what I get in return? Now, you say that you don’t want to do this again, but a few months ago you were begging for me. I cannot believe you are telling me this.
No. I won’t go. I’ll stay here and wait until you use that pretty little head of yours to realize that everything is happening for a reason, and that reason is that none of this makes sense without you. You think I just travelled through the damn ocean to get a door banged on my face?
Stalking is not a very nice word, sweettie. I’m just following your work, and consequently where you currently live, hope you don’t mind. And oh, yes. We’re on first-name basis now… You don’t need to be formal with me.
You’ve been stalking me! You put someone to follow me and now you’re here! God, you’re… unbelievable! I do mind. Yes, I do. You’re a married man, and I’ve got a date. Goodbye, Alan.
I know that, and I don’t give a damn about it… Indeed, I’m more interesting than anyone else, and you know that… You prove that. And I’m not married, you know that too. Not too fast, darling, I’m not done yet.
iusedtobeachipmunk started following you
You don’t answer my calls, so I have to come here. Hello, Emma.
We’re on first-name basis now? How do you know where I live? I got a new apartment. Have you been stalking me, Mr. Rickman?
Stalking is not a very nice word, sweettie. I’m just following your work, and consequently where you currently live, hope you don’t mind. And oh, yes. We’re on first-name basis now… You don’t need to be formal with me.
iusedtobeachipmunk started following you
You don’t answer my calls, so I have to come here. Hello, Emma.
