'Is she here?' Andy asked weakly, trying very hard not to look for a certain figure outside the room. She wouldn't be here, Andy attempted to reassure herself; Miranda Priestly was a busy person after all.
'No, she left. I'm not even supposed to let you know that she had anything to do with this. By the way.' Nigel quickly fixed his bow tie in the mirror before sitting down beside the bed.
'Oh, the VIP room with two extra nurses? Because I have so many friends that can arrange such a thing.'
And why would you do such thing, Miranda? So I could supposedly think you didn't entirely abandon me?
Nigel suddenly looked serious.
'Six. It's not her fault, you know that much.'
'What? To "dispose" me right after sleeping with me?'
By now, Andy has developed an immune system to that cold, hard truth. She has long given up on shielding it and creating some distorted account as an extended euphemism of her experience with Miranda.
'No… not that…'
Wincing, Nigel sipped some more coffee.
Andy cut him off, 'Or to make sure that I knew I was nothing but a one-night-stand? Not to mention, an insignificant one. Oh she made that quite clear.'
Three months ago, Andy wouldn't even be able to speak of the matter so bluntly, but numerous sleepless nights have hardened her. Lying to herself didn't hurt less, so she might as well be frank about it.
'You know she didn't mean that. She didn't know what else to do, so she made a mistake. It's just what she does.'
A mistake that crumbled my heart into pieces that are still scattered somewhere inside me and what now? She tries to apologize? Like it could magically fix everything.
'Are you trying to make me forgive her… or? Because it's not working.'
'She's just paranoid to know that someone actually loves her. She's just fucked up that way.'
'Nigel, stop. I don't love her and I'm not going to change anything. I'm not some savior. I'm not the one that will suddenly teach her how to love. No one will. And if I try, I'm only going to get hurt more.'
'She's trying very hard for you.'
'Trying? For what?'
'For a second chance. She's made that quite clear. She doesn't want to let you go.'
But she already did.
Andy swallowed hard. If only trying could make a difference. Some things can never be undone, have you never heard of that, Miranda?
Nigel glanced at the clock and rubbed his forehead, 'Alright, I got to go, Andy. Just promise me to reconsider, ok? It might be hard but it might be worth it. Miranda might be worth it.'
Planting a kiss on her forehead, Nigel left and Andy couldn't help but wish, for the hundredth time, that she could be over Miranda. Or better, that she never fell for Miranda.
Then she found herself wondering whether sleeping with Miranda Priestly again and then leaving her would make a good revenge.