Title: Like a Broken Clock
Characters: Miranda, some (inferred) Allen
Word Count: 163.
Rating: G.
Warnings: None, unless you count Miranda herself.
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Miranda was broken. But it wasn't her fault. She didn't mean to break. It just happened.
Miranda Lotto was little more than a small wound-up toy on the path that she so obediently followed, and like a little wound-up toy she broke. The springs wore down, the cogs ticked out of alignment, rust began to creep over the metal, and she began to wind down. Slower and slower she tread, until, ultimately, she had to stop completely.
And then those words-- those precious, precious words-- were spoken, and like a child who cared just enough about a broken-down wound-up toy to gave it one last wind (just to see what would happen), she could walk again.
And Miranda was whole, fixed, if only for a moment. But no matter how long she walked, the clockwork still was worn, she was still broken, and some part of her always would be.
But even a broken clock is right two times a day. (And Miranda believes that.)