Hey guys...
It's literally been half a year since I've updated this. Life's calmed down a bit since then. Yay community college ftw.
You probably don't remember what happened... so re read if you have to... but I promise I'll update more often from now on!
I still love you all!
Tears streamed down her face like an endless string of pearls cut lose. It was all coming back to her. At that moment she realized that months of suppressing her feelings never worked. She was never going to forget about Miranda, not the way she caressed her face that night, not the way her face lit up when Andy told her she has loved her for so long, and not the way she carelessly ripped Andy's heart apart and left it scattered all over the place.
Feeling a buzz in her purse, Andy slowly fished it out with trembling hands and didn't bother checking who it was, thinking it'd be Brad.
"Hey, love."
"It's Miranda."
Swallowing hard, Andy began to sob again, suddenly seeing the irony in calling Miranda her "love".
"What do you want?"
Andy had tried her hardest to sound composed and unharmed.
"Where are you, Andrea? We need to talk."
You almost sound like you care, Miranda. But I've fallen for that too many times.
"We've talked, Miranda. There's nothing else to talk about."
"Andrea. I would really prefer it if this conversation were in person."
"I left already. Say what you have to say, Miranda, I'm going to hang up on you."
"Okay, okay. I like you, okay? I'd like to give this a try, Andrea."
Andy felt like Miranda had ripped her carefully put together heart, with stitches and bandages, right out of her chest and threw it against a wall.
I like you? After I tell you that I've never fallen out of love with you, you tell me that you like me?
"Miranda I'm happily with someone else. I may not have fallen out of love with you but he's doing a good job in keeping me away from that part of my past, and I appreciate him for it. We're done, Miranda. I'm a target you already hit, okay? You can move on to another one now. Goodbye."
"I can't wait for you forever, Andy."
So this is how it ends, she thought. This is how someone stops waiting for you, because you never gave them a fair chance. My heart is a room, Brad, and I'm sorry that there was never any space for you because Miranda never left. I can't ever get her out of here.
"It's been two years now and you still blink away your tears whenever you see Miranda. So maybe that's how it is. Maybe that's what's supposed to work. Andy, stop trying to force this, and listen to what you really want. I don't know if Miranda's the one for you or whether THAT will work or not but whatever this is between us? It's not working and it never will."
Brad placed a gentle kiss on her forehead as Andy sobbed silently. The tears just won't come.
"Goodbye, Andy. I'll always be here for you, just not as your lover."
It doesn't come as a surprise.
He didn't say so, but Andy knew he found someone else. Late night calls that he excused as 'fashion business contacts' and movie ticket stubs that fell out of his pockets once in a while gave him away. She isn't angry at him, she knew she was the one who never gave enough to make this work.
She fucked it up.
By now she has also gotten over the stage of blaming herself. It's numbing, and she's accepted the fact that she'll never forget about Miranda. She had just hoped that it'd bother her less and less. It didn't. That was the problem.
Still, she didn't think a wedding banquet would be where he'd choose to break up with her. Chuckling at herself, she downed another glass of wine.
It was strange. She has replayed the scenario more than a million times in her head. That night in Paris when she decided to go downstairs to the bar. And none of those times had she ever regretted anything.
The human mind is fucked up, she thought. Or it's just me.
Deciding that wine isn't hard enough liquor, she ordered seven shots of vodka. That is, if she can still count right.
"Six! There you are, I've been looking for you!"
Seeing a spinning Nigel, Andy lifted her head up from the comfort of the table and smiled her best smile.
"Hey Nigel! Congratulations you look fabulous with Jamie. So cute. Miranda isn't here right? Tell me she didn't come."
"Honey," Nigel said, in the sassiest and most matter-of-fact tone, "It's my wedding. Of course Miranda is here, but she's surrounded by loads of her fans so you shall be safe, darling. Although you do look extremely pale…"
That was when Andrea lost conscious.