Amy: Don't you dare walk away from me! And don't tell me you're sorry! And don'ttell me to forget it, and don't you dare tell me to "let it go." God knows, I'd like to. Iwish I could, but I can't! I can't forget that we had something, and you're runningaway. You're running away! Don't you see, Mark? You're running from what I'vesearched for all my life! Why, because you're scared? Well, I'm scared too, but youand I - we have something worth fighting for. We could make it work, I'm not sayingit would be easy, but I care about you. And I know deep down, under this (Spittingout the word.) bravado, you care about me. And that's what it's all about, Mark, don'tyou get it? It's the human experience. You can pretend all you want, but you're onlylying to yourself. You're denying the simple and wonderful fact that you areemotional, and vulnerable, and alive.
Can you honestly stand there and tell me that I mean nothing to you? Thateverything that happened that night was a lie? That you feel nothing? (AMY is cryingor close to it. The following is a painful statement that she makes not to attack orthreaten Mark but rather, to allow herself closure with the situation.) I feel sorry foryou, Mark. I'll move on. I'll find someone else. I'll be all right, because I will knowthat I tried. That I did everything I could. But someday you will look back, and youwill realize what you threw away. And you will regret it always.
Kellie Powell
