The Secret
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Category:
Individual Celebrities › Alan Rickman
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
29
Views:
3,424
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know Alan Rickman. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Afterwards
Ellie
Ellie stared out of the window of the train as scenery went by at high speed. She wasn’t looking at it, she couldn’t see anyway. Her eyes were already red from crying and her tears were falling like rain down her cheeks, unchecked. She didn’t care who saw her and she curled up into a tight ball in the corner of the carriage and sobbed. She felt like someone had their hand around her heart and was tearing it out of her chest, her stomach was in knots and she was in so much pain she wanted to die. She put her hands into her hair and pulled at it in frustration, wiping her tears angrily from her face and sat up in her seat. Then she remembered Alan’s note and reached into her bag. He had given it to her at the station and told her not to open it until she was on the train. Their parting had been brief but painful, neither of them could hide their tears and they hugged before turning away from each other, not looking back.
Ellie looked at the envelope in her hand. Her name was written in neat letters on the front and she opened it quickly. She took out a folded piece of cream paper and felt something inside. She tipped it into her hand. It was a piece of jigsaw.
Ellie laughed through her tears and read the note that came with it.
‘A piece of me. Yours, always’
She held the bit of jigsaw in her hand and smiled to herself.
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Alan
Alan opened the door to the flat, closed it and sat on the sofa, staring into the fireplace. He lay down and closed his eyes as silent tears started to stream from his eyes. He felt like he had been punched in the stomach and he had never known pain like it.
He wasn’t aware of time but he lay there, not moving, for three hours. He couldn’t get Ellie out of his head and he knew it was pointless, but he liked it that way. He wanted to remember everything and he played their week through over and over, seeing her face, laughing, smiling, crying, and singing.
He fell asleep and when he woke, he turned to reach for her and was overwhelmed by grief when he remembered she had gone. His body was wracked with sobs and he cried until he had no energy left.
He wandered, lost, into the kitchen and started to unpack their uneaten lunch from the previous day. He threw it in the bin; he wasn’t in the mood to eat. He took out the half full bottle of wine and uncorked it, taking a slug and closing his eyes as he felt the alcohol warm his body. He took a deep breath to stop himself from crying again when he remembered something. He opened the small pocket on the front of the rucksack and pulled out Ellie’s white knickers.
He started to laugh as he looked at them, wondering what she would think if he kept them as a souvenir. He smiled to himself. She would never know.
Ellie stared out of the window of the train as scenery went by at high speed. She wasn’t looking at it, she couldn’t see anyway. Her eyes were already red from crying and her tears were falling like rain down her cheeks, unchecked. She didn’t care who saw her and she curled up into a tight ball in the corner of the carriage and sobbed. She felt like someone had their hand around her heart and was tearing it out of her chest, her stomach was in knots and she was in so much pain she wanted to die. She put her hands into her hair and pulled at it in frustration, wiping her tears angrily from her face and sat up in her seat. Then she remembered Alan’s note and reached into her bag. He had given it to her at the station and told her not to open it until she was on the train. Their parting had been brief but painful, neither of them could hide their tears and they hugged before turning away from each other, not looking back.
Ellie looked at the envelope in her hand. Her name was written in neat letters on the front and she opened it quickly. She took out a folded piece of cream paper and felt something inside. She tipped it into her hand. It was a piece of jigsaw.
Ellie laughed through her tears and read the note that came with it.
‘A piece of me. Yours, always’
She held the bit of jigsaw in her hand and smiled to herself.
********************************
Alan
Alan opened the door to the flat, closed it and sat on the sofa, staring into the fireplace. He lay down and closed his eyes as silent tears started to stream from his eyes. He felt like he had been punched in the stomach and he had never known pain like it.
He wasn’t aware of time but he lay there, not moving, for three hours. He couldn’t get Ellie out of his head and he knew it was pointless, but he liked it that way. He wanted to remember everything and he played their week through over and over, seeing her face, laughing, smiling, crying, and singing.
He fell asleep and when he woke, he turned to reach for her and was overwhelmed by grief when he remembered she had gone. His body was wracked with sobs and he cried until he had no energy left.
He wandered, lost, into the kitchen and started to unpack their uneaten lunch from the previous day. He threw it in the bin; he wasn’t in the mood to eat. He took out the half full bottle of wine and uncorked it, taking a slug and closing his eyes as he felt the alcohol warm his body. He took a deep breath to stop himself from crying again when he remembered something. He opened the small pocket on the front of the rucksack and pulled out Ellie’s white knickers.
He started to laugh as he looked at them, wondering what she would think if he kept them as a souvenir. He smiled to himself. She would never know.