I'm ashamed to even return to this story after this long... but I did, so, read and let me know what you think.. even if that means having to reread everything before this, hopefully it's worth it.
Sorry, but love you all!
It turned out that it wasn't a big deal. The doctors said she was too stressed for the past few days and according to them, she didn't eat enough, not today, yesterday, or the past week. Alcohol doesn't mix well with hunger, so she passed out. Pity the VIP room, entirely unnecessary, like Miranda in my life. Andy thought, bitterly.
Why did she get so drunk in the first place? It was hard for her to remember. Thoughts are tangled in her head like messy headphones. Going into her favorite coffee shop tucked in the neighborhood, she looked for quietness, some space and a lack of Miranda.
I got drunk because of Brad, I think.
Andy can't decide how much Brad really meant to her. She's not sure if she ever loved him, but he was always there for her. Countless nights of nightmares, stress due to work, that incident with the kidnapper, and little things everyday. He'd leave little notes on the dining table complimenting her if he left before she woke up, he'd make sure she came home to a cup of tea, always, and he'd take care of her. Past tense. All of their friends thought they were the perfect couple, and they weren't exactly wrong. Life was sweet with Brad, and it would've been perfect, had she not been in love with someone else.
No, I got drunk because I lost Brad because of Miranda. Andy's tired of losing things because of Miranda, that's what's been bothering her this entire time. It has to stop, she won't let Miranda continue to ruin her life like this, but Miranda will always have the power over her, unless she moves on, and Andy has not the faintest idea how to do that.
She spent the rest of the night trying to distract herself with her work, but she couldn't get anywhere. Thoughts of Miranda and the lack of a way for her to move forward was extremely frustrating. She couldn't believe how desperate she was. I don't even want you anymore, Miranda. I just want to forget you and move on, is that so much to ask for?
"Andy Sachs?"
She turned around. Tapping her shoulder was a woman in black leather jacket and black pants, with a motorcycle helmet still on.
"Hey?"
As she swiftly took her helmet off, Andy recognized her.
"Taylor?"
Taylor was a fling Andy had in college. They were friends for a long time until one day, they met up after basketball practice for a night out, which then turned into a drunk, raucous, wild night in. Maybe it was because they were friends for so long, they parted amiably after a few fucks, deciding that it wasn't for them, and then they graduated and went their separate ways. But Taylor looked different before. Less built and … less attractive. Andy wasn't attracted to Taylor anymore, but she has to admit that biker style really looks great on her.
Like old friends, they hugged and expressed surprise at seeing each other, and even though Andy really didn't feel like it, Taylor insisted that they go out for a drink to celebrate. It turns out that Taylor is now a professional biker, racing for a living, as she puts it. As Andy put her arms around Taylor for the motorcycle ride, she couldn't help but felt she was cheating on Miranda, and then she slapped herself in the head for it. Andy, you are literally masochistic, stop.