2007-11-29 05:04:11
Of choices...
ALICE: I'm going.

DAN: I'm sorry.

ALICE: Irrelevant. What are you sorry for?

DAN: Everything.

ALICE: Why didn't you tell me before?

DAN: Cowardice.

ALICE: Is it because she's successful?

DAN: No, it's because she doesn't need me.

ALICE: Did you bring her here?

DAN: Yes.

ALICE: Didn't she get married?

DAN: She stopped seeing me.

ALICE: Was that when we went to the country to celebrate our third anniversary?

ALICE: Did you phone her, beg her to come back? when you went for lovely walks?

DAN: Yes.

ALICE: You're a piece of shit.

DAN: Deception is brutal. I'm not pretending otherwise.

ALICE: How? How does it work? How do you do this to someone?

Dan tries to think of an excuse.

ALICE: Not good enough.

DAN: I fell in love with her, Alice.

ALICE: Oh, as if you had no choice? There's a moment, there's always a
moment, "I can do this, I can give in to this, or I can resist it." And I don't know when your moment was, but I bet you there was one. I'm gone.
Dan blocks her exit.

DAN: It's not safe out there.

ALICE: Oh, and it's safe in here?

DAN: What about your things?

ALICE: I don't need "things."

DAN: Where will you go?

ALICE: Disappear.
Do you wanna tell Phi something?