A short update because I am setting my heart on finishing this. If you could give the rest of the chapters a read and let me know if I should continue, please leave a comment. Thank you so much for supporting me as always. -A

It was especially windy outside Miranda's townhouse. She still knew the address by heart of course, and when she stumbled into a taxi and spit out the address before the driver could even ask her, he asked her, "Having a good night? Ready to go home huh?"

The tone was so confident and suggestive that Andy couldn't help but wonder if he could tell that she was, in a way, seeking to be home by going to see Miranda. She has always felt like home somehow.

Andy cut herself off. Don't be stupid. He's a taxi driver and doesn't know anything about you.

There's something about the cool air in the middle of the night in New York, when everything is a little quieter than usual. Andy found the breeze sobering, as she stood outside and stared at the last text Miranda sent: Why don't you come over?

She didn't respond before saying a quick goodbye to a very drunk Nigel and his husband who came to pick him up. And now that she is here, she can't find the courage to ring the doorbell.

She thought about what Brad said. Maybe she's the one for you, just like Sarah's the one for me. But how could it be? If Miranda was really the one for her, how could she have broken Andy's heart so so many times, so so recklessly? And how come Andy always feels like she is hanging on a thread, hopelessly attached but never safely secured? But for some reason, after all the alcohol and the heart break from hearing that Brad found the love of his life because Andy "never gave it a chance", and all the wondering, Andy felt tremendously tired. Too tired to pretend like texting Miranda didn't make her feel hopeful, and too tired to halt any hope related to Miranda like she usually does.

Could Miranda ever actually love me? Is she asking for a chance? What if she does care about me? What if that's why she did all those things for me?

Andy felt her heart soften and a pang of sweetness, something she has forgotten that she could feel.

And that's when the door opened and there stood Miranda, in her silver silk robe. She looked surprised, and her lips curled up in the smallest degree.

"Andrea", her name roll off Miranda's tongue effortlessly, "Would you like to come in?"