(Y/N) Radcliffe was her name. Obviously Daniel Radcliffe's sister. I met her at one of the premieres for the last Harry Potter movie. She was her brother's date for the reason that Daniel's date decided to cancel on him last minute.
I felt a tug inside me and it told me to go near her, befriend her.
"Hey Alan, there you are! You're staring off on space again. By the way, i want you to meet someone. She's really shy, and is quite the fan of yours actually" I looked at Daniel wildly, as if not gathering all the things he said.
And there she was. The jewel of my night. 'stop right there, Alan Sidney Patrick Rickman! She's barely half your age, and how about Rima?!"
"H-hi Mr. Rickman, my name's (Y/N), Daniel's sister." She smiled shyly and extended her arm for me to shake.
"We don't need to be so formal here, deary. Alan would be fine." i smiled and took her hand.
And there was it.
That spark.
That familiar spark.
That familiar spark that i also experienced when i met Rima.
Rima.
"I'm your biggest fan, Mr. Rickm-i mean Alan! I've watched your films and your performance is always outstanding!" She beamed at me and her eyes were enveloped in her smokey-eye.
I shouldn't be feeling this.
It's wrong.
I am happily married to Rima.
Am i really?
While the gala continued, Alan and (Y/N) continued to talk outside on the balcony, basking in ths moon's silver rays.
And that moment, they both felt that same spark.
That dangerous spark.
And under the heat of the moment, they leaned in and shared a passionate kiss.
And it led to other things.
Things that would completely destroy Alan's marriage and carreer. And that brings us to this scenario.
"I've given you enough time, (Y/N)! I told you, i also have to go back to Rima!" he shouted angrily, with veins in his neck almost popping.
(Y/N) was shocked to say the least. Alan never raised his voice on her. Teardrops were now visible on her smooth porcelain face. Her red nose shining in the low light emitting from the bedside lamp that was on.
She was terrified.
Although their fights happen almost everyday but Alan had never, never raised his voice on her.
"I-i'm sorry, you're right. Y-you do have to go home to Rima. I-if you ever need me again for relief i'll be at my apartment." (Y/N) said as she choked back sobs of grief and terror as he stood there and watched her gather her things in a hurry and running in the hallway, going back to her apartment that was only 4 doors down the hall.
Alan's conscious was nagging at him for so long after (Y/N) left their shared apartment. He was also too frozen to run after her. He sighed, rubbing his face in the middle of his palms and cried.
For days on end, (Y/N) never replied to his messages, never called him back and he was always sent to voicemail.
After 3 years of cold shoulders. She came back.
And there she was again.
Knocking every wall he built on his heart.
He felt the need to be near her again.
He smiled happily, was going to approach the beautiful lady he fell in love with 3 years ago.
But his smile dropped.
As he saw her, carrying her a year old toddler while holding hands with Benedict Cumberbatch, happily singing and smiling at each other.
He heard his heart break.
He heard his heart shatter into a million pieces.
As his sunshine was shining, but not for him.
He felt sorry for himself.
Because within those 3 years he lost himself.
He lost himself because of you shutting him out.
He lost hinself because Rima had enough of his bullshit.
He felt angry.
He felt sad.
He felt terrible.
But he was learning to accept it by the minute.
He was learning to set you and Rima free as he steps up the wooden stool, his head entering the hole of the noose that was in front of him.
And for the last time he smiled. And fell among the deep dark abyss.
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The death of Alan Rickman hit her like a truck.
She thought she had moved on.
But it seems like she didn't.
But she is trying to.
Because Benedict and Connor was still there for her.
They were there for her and made her happy in the days where she felt so down.
They were there. He was not.
She thinked about it, and Alan was right. Rima was still his wife, it's only logical that he goes home to her, and not (Y/N).
She finally accepted it and moved on.
It took some time but it healed the scars Alan had left, physically and emotionally.
She was finally happy.
Not because Alan was dead.
She was now finally happy because she learned to forgive herself, and forget about the wounds Alan had left her.
They were each others TOTGA.
And it remained that way.
Even until today.
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I. S.U.C.K.
