Delicate - Emily Blunt x Reader

19 - illicit affairs

"For you, I would ruin myself a million little times."
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You heard her voice before you see her, an insensitive tone that makes your stomach churn.
Your heart aches with every step you take towards the dressing room, knowing that Emily is the one who broke it.

You hear her laugh, a rare sound that you tried to bring out of her as often as you could to try and distract her from everything going on.

You put your heart on the line for a woman that you never thought you would've had a chance with. She made you feel a love stronger than you thought possible. She took away something that you never let anyone take away before.

And then she told you that she didn't mean any of it. That it was all a mistake.

The air feels thick and heavy, like the weight of a thousand unspoken words pressing down on your chest. Words that you wish you could go back and say to Emily, but you're not sure they would change a thing. You stare at the closed door of her dressing room, the memory of her touch still lingering on your skin, the cruel reminder of the warmth that had been there just a few hours ago. Now, the warmth is gone, replaced by a chilling emptiness and fear that you will never feel it again.

Emily's words echo through your head, "Just a mistake," each syllable a shard of glass tearing at your insides.

You've been her rock, the one person she could depend on to be there for her and listen and care. And this is how she returns the favor? A callous dismissal and a cold declaration that she's not meant to love you? The betrayal cuts deep, leaving a gaping hole that threatens to consume everything you stand for.

You're not sure what you're even doing here. You sigh, reaching out to open the door to Emily's dressing room, before a hand grabs your shoulder and turns you around.

"You're Miss Y/L/N?" A woman asks you that you recognize as Alisa Adams, the director's assistant.

You nod.

"There's been a request that you're to be placed elsewhere," Alisa tells you, choosing her words carefully, as if she knows that your relationship with Emily is complicated, as if she knows everything that went down last night. But how could she?

Your hand instinctively reaches up to touch the bruise on your cheek. Each of Nolan's fingers a purple outline across your face. Alisa can't see it. Your years as a makeup artist paid off this morning in helping you cover up for work. In saying this, no amount of makeup could cover up the look of exhaustion on your face.

"Where to?" You ask, the words more like a croak as you find your mouth suddenly dry.

Alisa smiles a friendly smile and leads you down a series of hallways and into a dressing room cluttered with supporting characters and extras.

You go to step inside before Alisa holds you back by your wrist.

"Miss Y/L/N?" She says softly.

"Yes?"

"Don't worry about Mr. Fitzgerald's interview," she lowers her voice so that none of the actors in the dressing room can hear her, "No one else will know that he was talking about you."

You mutter a "thank you" before turning towards your new clients. You're not sure if you feel more or less comforted. If no one else will know, then how does she? You've barely seen her around, let alone around you and Emily.

"Miss Y/L/N?" Alisa calls once more.

You turn around impatiently. As sweet as this young woman is, you simply wish she would leave you alone to do your job. One more day then you can move on. One. More. Day.