Little Broken Hearts Series

Summary: Just listen to the Norah Jones' Little Broken Hearts (the album, not only the song) and you'll know.

A/N: I'd use this for the July ficathon at DWP Community, but, as usual, I can't help myself, so I'm posting it now. And thanks for steph_more for agreeing to being my beta for this.

Good Morning

Miranda woke up and, as she had predicted, she was alone in bed. The spot beside her was slightly warm, but empty nonetheless. She sighed and sat up. This wasn't the first night she had slept with her panties on. However, in the last year, she usually slept naked, sweaty and very satisfied. Even in the winter, she kept up the habit. Her young lover had complained the very few times she had put some clothes on after sex and soon she gave in. Not that she minded a bit.

But not last night. Last night they had another fight, one among many. The reason behind them, the same: Miranda was still denying they were together. Of course she wasn't denying anything, she just wouldn't put her children and herself through another scrutiny from the press. She couldn't understand why she had to tell them she was with someone – it wasn't their business.

She scoffed remembering the words that were spat in her direction, saying that she didn't care about anyone else besides herself. She had laugh at this point, because it was very clear since the beginning that it was just sex. Well, they were together – if having sex was considered being together – for a year, but if they counted the days they were actually doing it, it wouldn't make a full month. So, yes, just sex.

It really didn't matter that her lover had spent these days in her house, in her bed. Last night was another example that it was just sex. They didn't reach for each other and the person that had been beside her all this time, had just left, not bothering to wake her up or to say good bye. So, no strings.

Miranda went to the bathroom and turned on the shower, while she removed her nightgown. Her back was aching and she wanted the water closer to boiling. When she entered the shower area, she hissed, but welcomed the hot water spray on her body.

Despite her efforts, last night she couldn't calm her angry lover, but she knew if she made the right move, she would have Andrea in her bed again.

In the kitchen, Andy sipped coffee from a white mug – her mug – and stared at the white wall. She hadn't slept very well last night. Not with the love of her life inches away from her body and miles away from her soul. She had thought about leaving again. Leave all this behind, preferably buried six feet underground.

Two weeks ago they had a date in a very discreet restaurant and had enjoyed themselves a great deal. They left at nearly eleven and, with all the wine they had consumed, they were laughing. Unfortunately, a paparazzi took some photos and the next day they were all over the newspapers and magazines which report that kind of news. Miranda was fuming, of course. She had called her PR people and demanded that something be done right away.

And that something was to deny everything. Saying that Andy had drunk too much and Miranda had just helped her ex assistant and given her a ride to her apartment. All lies. Andy had spent the night in Miranda's bed and half of the time she was awake was spent between the editor's legs. Doing all those things with her tongue that made Miranda shout that she was coming, in at least four different languages.

And then last night happened. Miranda had agreed to meet her at the same restaurant. She was reluctant at first, but Andy said she would behave and wouldn't drink too much wine. And it was wonderful, they talked about the two weeks they were apart, Andy talked about a story she was working on and Miranda talked about the entire Runway staff's incompetence. They had flirted with each other with words, glances and smiles. But again, the paparazzi were in their faces and one of them had dared to ask Miranda a question.

"Is she your new conquest, Miranda?"

Miranda, who was smiling just a second ago, instantly transformed to pure Ice Queen. With a bored tone, she answered. "Don't be ridiculous, why would I be interested in an ex-assistant?"

Andy instantly froze; her heart aching – she actually could feel her heart shattering into a million pieces. She thought about running, about crying and screaming, she thought about slapping Miranda in her face, or about laughing in her face and answering the question herself "Why would I be interested in a cruel, manipulative, icy ex-boss?" But she just kept her head down and didn't wait for Roy to open the door for them.

How could she have been such a love sick fool?

She knew that Miranda had the upper hand in this relationship or whatever it was. But this time, Miranda had gone too far. Andy didn't know what Miranda could do to keep her. She didn't even know if Miranda would want to keep her by her side. She just wanted one thing from the fashion maven and she already knew that what she wanted, Miranda couldn't or wouldn't give her.

Her heart.

So, no matter how much it may hurt her, she has to leave.

Oh, don't be mad. This series will be most angst, but will have a happy end. So, review, maybe I'll write faster with some encouragement ;)