If I Die Young – The band Perry
Miranda sat in her office, scowling at the array of clothes in front of her. Desperately Nigel's assistant tried to explain her choices, having been given free reign so that Nigel and Miranda could asses her abilities. Right now, she was failing. A very worried looking Emily arrived at Miranda's office door, informing Miranda that "There are some men here who need to talk to you. Urgently. ." Normally, Miranda would have rolled her eyes and made a scathing comment, but something about the expression on Emily's face stopped her.
Sending everyone except Nigel, who she needed to talk to, out of her office, Miranda waved in the men. Looking them up and down, she assessed their clothing, as she did everyone she met. Simple clothes, jeans, t-shirts with suit jackets over the top. "Miranda Priestly? I am Detective Pens and this is Officer Bacho with the New York Police department. Maybe we should talk alone?" Detective Pens asked, looking at Nigel. Miranda barely considered this, trusting her long time friend and colleague implicitly. "No, Nigel can stay? What brings you here?" She asked in her normal, disinterested tone. "I am afraid we have bad news." Detective Pens' voice grew dark. "Earlier today, a young reported, Andrea Sachs, was shot. You knew her?" Miranda answered truthfully, too worried about Andy for her usual mask. "Yes, we were engaged. Is she ok?" The look on the two police mens face told her everything, and she felt her heart clench. She must be ok, she is so young, she cant die this young, she cant be dea- "I am afraid Ms. Priestly, that Andrea Sachs did not survive her wounds."
For a moment, the room was silent as the two fashion editors struggled to absorb this news, the Miranda did something not even Nigel had seen her do before – she broke down, sobbing. Automatically, Nigel moved closer to her, catching his friend in a tight embrace. For once, she allowed it, clutching his neck, staining his shirt with her tears, and mumbling "Not Andrea, not Andrea." repetitively. The two police officers sat, shell shocked at the sight of one of New Yorks most influential women so broken. Five minutes passed before Nigel, who had been to shocked to even cry, remembered about the two men. "I understand you probably want Miranda to answer some questions, but maybe that should wait until tomorrow." It wasn't a question, and the two men appreciated this, stood to leave, but Detective Pens hesitated. "I am probably not supposed to tell you this," he started, getting at least a glimmer of interest from the forlorn woman, "but Andrea Sachs left one last message before she died. Next to her body we found the words ' I love you, Mira' written in what appears to be her own blood. She also wrote, 'Do not let this break you, Darling'... Ms. Priestly, I am so sorry for you loss." he finished sincerely.
These words only caused Miranda to sob harder, burying her face in Nigel's shoulder. "Thank you, gentlemen" Nigel murmured, dismissing the police officers, while desperately trying to console his friend. "Emily" he called, summoning a very worried red head to the door. "Call Roy, please." Emily nodded and reached for the phone, hitting speed dial three and summoning the driver. Meanwhile, Nigel lead the sobbing Editor-in-Chief to the couch in the corner, still holding her tightly. "Nigel," she whimpered, "how am I going to tell the girls? God, I told her a million times to be careful, but she never listens. How am I going to live without her?"
Nigel, unable to answer this, was relieved when Emily once again showed up at Miranda's door. "Roy's downstairs." Carefully, Nigel help the broken women to stand, and together they made it out of Miranda's office. A wide-eyed second assistant handed Miranda's coat to Emily, who draped it over the silver-haired women lovingly. "Miranda, I am more sorry than I can put into words." Serena had appeared from somewhere, and caresses her lover's back comfortingly. Miranda just managed a weak "Thank-you" Indifferent to the looks of those around them, Nigel helped the broken-hearted woman to the elevator, whisking her away to privacy.
Three days later, and Miranda's tears had not yet subsided. Standing over her young fiancée, tears silently slipped down her cheeks. The young woman had been dressed in her favourite clothes: a Champaign coloured satin dress, a string of pearls around her neck and her favourite, bright red Doc Martins to complete the outfit. Under the woman were a bed of roses, a mixture of pink – Miranda's favourite – and orange, which had been Andy's favourite. Leaning down so that she was only an inch from her love ear, Miranda whispered the lyrics of their favourite love song in the young woman's ear.
"If they had ever told me how sweet a kiss could be
I would have said "Impossible, impossible for me"
And if they said I'd find you beyond the rainbow's end
I would have said "Impossible, impossible, my friend"
To dream about what might have been
Is strange enough for me
But now it seems I'm living in
A dream too beautiful to be
If they had said a moonbeam could calm a stormy sea
I would have said "Impossible" but now at last I see
That nothing is impossible if you are here with me
I would have said "Impossible" but now at last I see
That nothing is impossible if you are here with me"
Crying even harder, Miranda kissed her lovers now-icy cheek for the last time. "Goodbye, Darling." Straightening up, Miranda noticed a rainbow arched across the sky, shining down on the funeral procession. Studying the colours, the torn-apart woman whispered one more time, "Goodbye."
The song Miranda sings in 'Impossible' by Nat King Cole. I promise, the rest of these shouldn't be so angsty