Disclaimer: I do not own any of this. Not the characters I'm playing with, the movie or the book they're based on. I also do not own this amazing song by Céline Dion.

Pairing: MirAndy (Miranda/Andy - The Devil Wears Prada)

I've wanted to write a songfic AND a sad fic for a while now so I thought, why not combine the two. This is just a really short songfic that has been on my mind so I just had to pour it out. I'll update my continuing fic soon, I'm sorry it's taking long.

I very much recommend you listen to the song while you read! It's called Breakaway and it's by Céline Dion. You can find it on YouTube and on Spotify.

WARNING: Not a happy ending.

From the fire in your words
To the dagger in your eye
I just have to lay my body down
Go and lay my body down
I pretend to be asleep
But I know you hear me cry
I just have to lay
My body down
Go and lay my body down

She still didn't know how to do it. She had no idea, even though she had tried with all she had. She wanted to forgive her, she wanted to be hers again, to feel it all again but she didn't know how. All she wanted to do was to run away even though she also wanted to run to Miranda.

She wanted to break away from all of it. How could have she done this to her?

This might be the last time of looking at this ceiling, of laying in their bed engulfed in Miranda's scent. She just couldn't contain her tears and the sob that left her lungs, especially knowing that someone else had been engulfed in it, too.

It made her feel sick.

But if I
Really want a change
Then I must admit
That I'm the one to blame

She knew the change was only hers to make. She had to go. She had no other choice... Miranda would never change.

If I could break away
Cut the cord
For worse or better
If I could turn the page
At last and say
Goodbye forever
But on the other side
Of yesterday
Beyond the heartache
What if all I am
Without the pain
Is empty hearted
I could break away

Miranda looked so unaffected, it killed her. She looked like a woman warrior, just standing there, next to the window in the den downstairs, trying to compose herself. To shield herself, again. To push Andy away.

"Why?" she asked. A simple question with so much in it, you could drown. There was a silence which made Andy cross her arms and to look the other way, her big eyes brimming with tears.

"Andrea, I... I don't know how. I don't know how to keep you, how to make you happy. I never knew, I don't think I ever will. Love... I never learned," Miranda said with a voice so low and husky you'd think she was affected after all.

"But I loved you," Andy said not moving at all. I still do.

"I can't do it, Andrea. I wish I could but I can't. I am no good for you. You deserve so much better."

The last words she got from her made the tears escape from her eyes. She knew it was all true but she didn't want it to be.

Miranda could have as well shot Andy.

Is it true what people say
That it's darkest before dawn?
I just have to lay my body down
Go and lay my body down
Any hope we might have saved
Is too weak to let live on
I just have to lay my body down
Go and lay my body down

She wanted to burst, to break, to melt. She wished she had enough strength to let go right there, she wished she ended up as a puddle on the floor. Maybe Miranda would pick her up. Maybe everything would go black and she would wake up in Miranda's arms and everything would be fine.

Oh, anything is better than this
I know
Anything is better

She didn't melt. She didn't burst or break. She broke away.

"Goodbye, Miranda."