Say Goodbye

A whole month has passed since Andy left Miranda. She left her without a word or any warning. Miranda called her in the beginning, but Andy refused to answer. After a few days, the editor got the message.

However, Andy was miserable. Her days were filled with memories of their encounters and the thrill of making love to the silver-haired woman; the smiles and glances she would get in the middle of the action and then the moment the smile would vanish and be replaced by a look of pure lust.

Lust. That was all it was to Miranda. To Andy it was love, but she knew that Miranda didn't want to be loved. She just wanted the pleasure that Andy could give her.

And the saddest thing about the whole thing was not how much she missed giving multiples orgasms to Miranda. The truly sad thing about this was that Andy knew that, given the chance, she would do it all over again.


To Miranda's employees, her recent state of distraction was shocking and a sign that the next World War was imminent. But what was even more shocking was the fact that the war never came, no harsh words or even icy glares… Just that twist of hands, signaling to "get out of my office" and even the signature "That's all" had lost its sting and gained a laissez-faire tone that put everyone on alert. Had Miranda finally gotten tired of Runway?

This was, of course, ridiculous. Her distraction had nothing to do with Runway. She just couldn't understand what the hell was going on with her. She couldn't shake the feeling of loss that had taken over her life since… Well, since that girl left her. If Miranda was honest with herself, she knew what had driven Andrea away. But, apart from her daughters, she didn't know how to love someone. Let alone love Andrea, who is the epitome of a loving and caring woman.

So, to the world, she pretended she didn't care. That everything was alright. She didn't need Andrea in her life. She had managed to live the first fifty years of her life without the brunette in it, she could survive without her for the next fifty (if she was lucky enough to make it to a hundred and two years old).

She knew what she felt towards Andrea, but she wouldn't say it out loud. To speak of her feelings aloud was to invite another person to say something in return. And she wasn't sure if she wanted to hear what Andrea had to say to her.


Andy picked up the phone, scrolled down to the 'M's and stopped when she reached the name she was looking for. She pressed down the "call" button and waited. It went to voicemail.

Maybe you can't go back when you've already said goodbye.


Miranda returned to her office after a long meeting with the board. She was tired and the only thing she wanted was a hot bath and a warm bed. Grabbing some papers off her desk, she saw the notification light on her cell phone blinking. She picked up the device to check it. It was probably the twins, perhaps they had called her to ask if she would be home tonight and-

Andrea.

Andrea had called her and she had missed the call! Even without knowing what the brunette wanted to say to her, she felt herself smile. Hopefully, her Andrea was calling to tell her she wants to come back. Please come back. She pressed the cell phone to her chest, too afraid to check the message… because if it wasn't good news, she wasn't ready to, but she knew that she would have to give up hope and finally say goodbye.


Well, aren't you guys the lucky ones? :D Thanks to my beta steph_more who edited this very quickly. I hope you liked it.