More Miranda Fan Fiction (I must be on a roll lol)
Title: Revelations
Summary: Miranda's thoughts after the divorce revelation.
She saw me.
I had realized that Andrea had the most impeccable timing when she had caught Stephen and I arguing a few months back. But this time proved to be the icing on the cake.
She had looked startled to find me in such a pitiable state of disarray-not that I can blame her- I would’ve been taken aback as well. My hair had been mussed, I know, and my face, entirely free of make-up, must have been streaked with tears and my eyes rimmed red. A far cry from the poised Ice Queen she was so used to encountering.
Looking back, I suppose I could have simply sent Andrea away right then and there in an attempt to save face-but what would have been the point? She had already spotted me and it would’ve been a complete waste of time seeing as it had been on my orders that she had come by after running the errands I had sent her on.
She knew better than to expect an explanation from me for my current state and she didn’t dare ask. I could have lied easily when we stumbled a bit around the fact that Stephen was not flying out to Paris after all, but I didn’t.
Why I chose not to lie is a mystery even to myself. Was I honest with Andrea because I felt I could trust her; because I felt that for the first time that I could let my guard down and I wouldn’t regret it? Or was my honesty simply provoked by the fact that she would’ve learned of the divorce in time whether I wished it or not?
Either way the result was the same: she pities me. I could read it in her eyes as clear as day. She pities me because she sees the sacrifices I have had to make to get to where I am; she pities me because she sees how truly alone I am; and most of all she pities me because she now realizes that Runway is all I have.
Perhaps it was this blatant show of pity that caused me to put up my guard as quickly as I had dropped it. I have never been able to stomach pity and I cannot stand to have others feel sorry for me for whatever reason-particularly when in most cases the pity is feigned.
I watched Andrea leave in silence and couldn’t help but wonder what it is she truly thinks of me. Does she think me weak for hiding behind a façade? Or does she now understand why I’m the way I am? I suppose that is one question that will always remain unanswered.
End
Summary: Miranda's thoughts after the divorce revelation.
She saw me.
I had realized that Andrea had the most impeccable timing when she had caught Stephen and I arguing a few months back. But this time proved to be the icing on the cake.
She had looked startled to find me in such a pitiable state of disarray-not that I can blame her- I would’ve been taken aback as well. My hair had been mussed, I know, and my face, entirely free of make-up, must have been streaked with tears and my eyes rimmed red. A far cry from the poised Ice Queen she was so used to encountering.
Looking back, I suppose I could have simply sent Andrea away right then and there in an attempt to save face-but what would have been the point? She had already spotted me and it would’ve been a complete waste of time seeing as it had been on my orders that she had come by after running the errands I had sent her on.
She knew better than to expect an explanation from me for my current state and she didn’t dare ask. I could have lied easily when we stumbled a bit around the fact that Stephen was not flying out to Paris after all, but I didn’t.
Why I chose not to lie is a mystery even to myself. Was I honest with Andrea because I felt I could trust her; because I felt that for the first time that I could let my guard down and I wouldn’t regret it? Or was my honesty simply provoked by the fact that she would’ve learned of the divorce in time whether I wished it or not?
Either way the result was the same: she pities me. I could read it in her eyes as clear as day. She pities me because she sees the sacrifices I have had to make to get to where I am; she pities me because she sees how truly alone I am; and most of all she pities me because she now realizes that Runway is all I have.
Perhaps it was this blatant show of pity that caused me to put up my guard as quickly as I had dropped it. I have never been able to stomach pity and I cannot stand to have others feel sorry for me for whatever reason-particularly when in most cases the pity is feigned.
I watched Andrea leave in silence and couldn’t help but wonder what it is she truly thinks of me. Does she think me weak for hiding behind a façade? Or does she now understand why I’m the way I am? I suppose that is one question that will always remain unanswered.
End