A/N:
Before anyone wonders, I am working on my two unfinished fics. Hopefully they'll (or at least one of them) will be updated soon. Life got in the way and I've just not been able to write anything more than drabbles at all lately. That being said, here's another drabble. It's an email conversation between Miranda and Andy. Hope you'll like it!
Andrea,
I have been called so many nasty things over the years, I rarely notice the insults anymore. I often think that people are wasting oxygen by telling me something I already know; that I'm a horrible, heartless person, a screaming banshee of cruelty, a Prada-wearing devil, a fashionable luxury whore without a soul, a life-sucking dragon with the heart of an ice sculpture, among other artistic adjectives.
Nobody hurt me more than you did, however. And you did it with a single, highly uncreative word.
"Bitch"
Do you have any idea, any idea at all, how deeply you hurt me with that single hiss of frustration? In spite of the general opinion, I am not entirely heartless. Oh, there are times I too think I am. There are times when I am completely indifferent to things most people would be upset about.
But I do indeed have a heart, and sometimes I do indeed get hurt.
That's all.
MP
Miranda;
I don't know what to say. I'm sorry. I truly am. I let my emotions get the best of me, and you should know that there has never been anyone, ever, that stirs so many conflicting emotions in me. It's like every nerve ending in my body is on fire whenever you're around and I can't tell if it's good or bad. I never wanted to hurt you, though. Please believe me. I never, ever want to hurt you. I am so, so sorry.
And I do know that you have a heart.
Andy
Andrea,
Nerve endings on fire? I stir emotions in you? I do believe an explanation for this is in order.
MP
Miranda,
I could do what I do best and tell you the whole story from the very beginning, with all the things leading up to it and the reasons and the feelings I've had and the feelings that I have, but something tells me you wouldn't want to hear it anyway. Please, just believe that I never meant to hurt you.
Andy
Andrea,
You are rambling. Explain yourself. And don't lie, I will know if you do.
MP
Oh God, never thought I'd admit this, but okay, here we go, please just don't kill me?
I'm in love with you, Miranda.
Andy
Andrea,
You have a funny way of expressing your true feelings. Then again, so have I. I suggest we meet and discuss things further and more, shall I say, outspokenly. Dinner tonight at 8? The girls are at their father's. We have all night.
MP
Oh trust me, I will be there! All night and moreā¦
Andy
Good. That's all.
MP
