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musical Glinda and Elphie reunion in the cornfield:

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Going to bed while thinking of each other… I know what you are.

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This is my first ever re-post on Tumblr, but I believe it's worthy of appreciation! These two wonderful witches, one perfectly emerald and the other pretty in pink, deserve as much attention as any. This is especially true for me because I've loved "Wicked" for so many years. I had the chance to see it live with these two as my first experience last year on September 21, and I've never forgotten that date! 💚🩷🙌

I do believe I have been changed for the better

Celia Hottenstein as Glinda, Olivia Valli as Elphaba, Second US National Tour 2024: @medium-observation’s master

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Reblog if you’re over 20 and still read/write fan fiction.

I’m curious!

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Joanna had always dreamed of working in the fashion industry, but after leaving her family behind she never thought it was possible. That was until she stumbled upon the headquarters of Runway magazine, the pinnacle of high fashion, where she caught a glimpse of her old college friend, Miranda Priestly, stepping out of a town car.

Her heart racing, Joanna mustered up the courage to approach Miranda, who didn't recognize her at first. But after some catching up, Joanna spilled her troubles and doubts, explaining that she felt stuck in her career and missed her family dearly.

Miranda listened politely, her icy exterior cracking with empathy, and soon offered Joanna a job as a junior editor on the magazine's beauty team. Overwhelmed and overjoyed, Joanna couldn't contain her excitement as she started her new job.

But as she soon found out, working in the world of high fashion was a far cry from raising a child and being a wife. The hours were long, the pressure was intense, and her new colleagues were snarky, fierce, and cunning.

She quickly fell into a routine, learning how to put together photo spreads, coming up with headlines and snappy one-liners. As she walked through the bustling hallways, flashes of brilliant color, clicking heels, and heavy perfumes assailed her senses. Every day was a sensory overload, a jumble of chaos and creativity fighting for dominance.

But the biggest challenge for her had to be coming up with the perfect product shots and headlines, such as "Lash Out the World with these Adorable Eyelashes!" Her coworkers were no less inventive, with lines like "The new lipstick color is more dangerous than a nuclear bomb, and just as explosive!" That kind of humor was what kept Joanna going through the long nights and endless deadlines.

Even with the glamour and creativity, however, Joanna felt as though something was missing. She missed her son, Billy, and the sound of his laughter. She missed her old life, and it was a struggle to keep up with her new one. But Miranda was always there, always pushing her to innovate and excel. And when Joanna finally got the opportunity to shoot a cover story, she realized it was worth all the stress and late nights.

As she packed up for the day, Joanna was still humming with adrenaline, unable to hide her grin. She took one last look at the bustling hallways, inhaling the scent of hairspray and the clutter of camera flashes, before stepping out onto the bustling streets of New York City. She knew then that she was right where she belonged, even if it meant missing out on her family's lives.

Joanna's days at Runway magazine were eventful, to say the least. She often found herself caught in the whirlwind of Miranda's demands, running back and forth from her office to Nigel's, who never missed an opportunity to mention the infamous Andrea Sachs.

"Joanna, darling, you should have seen the look on Andrea's face when Miranda dished out that legendary cerulean monologue," Nigel said, chuckling as they walked together in the fashion closet. "She was freshly plucked from the farm and had no idea what she was getting into."

Joanna couldn't help but laugh, relishing these snarky conversations with Nigel. They became fast friends, bonding over their shared experiences and the absurdity of the fashion industry.

"Ah, Emily," Nigel sighed wistfully as they spotted Miranda's first assistant, scurrying by with a clipboard and a permanently harried expression. "You know, she fancied herself Miranda's right-hand woman until Andrea came along and threw that all out the window."

Joanna watched as Emily struggled to keep up with Miranda's high expectations, her heels clicking on the marble floor while she muttered expletives under her breath. It was a delicate dance, trying to appease the indomitable Miranda and holding onto one's sanity.

Amid the chaos, Joanna's phone buzzed with a text from Billy. "Mom, I aced my math test! Can I have ice cream for dinner?" The message brought a smile to her face, grounding her in the reality she often missed. She quickly typed back, "You can have two scoops, my little math genius. I'm proud of you."

It was during a hectic photo shoot for the magazine that Joanna saw her worlds collide before her eyes. Miranda's twin daughters, Caroline and Cassidy, wandered onto the set, openly discussing Andrea and her abrupt departure from their mother's employ.

"Mom, have you found a new whipping girl yet? We heard Andy was quite the entertainment," Cassidy whispered mischievously, glancing at Joanna, who stood nearby, her heart in her throat.

Miranda's gaze landed on Joanna, her blue eyes steely and calculating. "Joanna, meet my delightful daughters. Girls, say hello to Billy's loving mother."

Joanna braced herself for the inevitable snobbery or scrutiny, but to her surprise, Miranda's demeanor softened. She ruffled Caroline's hair and glanced at Joanna.

"Children, we don't speak ill of others. Andrea was...irreplaceable in her way," Miranda said, her tone surprisingly gentle. "And besides, we all have lives outside of work, don't we?"

The air was thick with tension as Joanna realized Miranda's statement was directed not only at her daughters' but at herself as well. There, in that fleeting moment, Joanna glimpsed the vulnerability beneath Miranda's legendary exterior.

As the day came to a close, Joanna found herself alone in the office with Miranda, an unusual occurrence. The room was filled with hushed whispers and the distant sound of printers, but the two of them sat in comfortable silence.

Joanna plucked up the courage to break the ice. "You know, Miranda, in a way, you remind me of my son. Fiercely independent, driven, and unyielding."

Miranda raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Billy, wasn't it? I've heard quite a bit about him from Nigel. He seems like quite the character."

"He is," Joanna replied, a twinkle in her eye. "And if there's one thing I've learned from being both a mother and working here, it's that life is about finding the right balance, between ambition and love, high fashion and ice cream for dinner."

Miranda's lips curved into a slight smile, a rare sight indeed. "Indeed, Joanna. Perhaps balance is the key after all."

And for that fleeting moment, amidst the chaos, rivalry, and snarky banter of the fashion world, Joanna and Miranda found a connection—a shared understanding that life's most precious moments were found beyond the glossy pages of a magazine.

As the days went on, Miranda, Emily, and Nigel couldn't help but reminisce about the "unforgettable" moments with their former second assistant, Andrea Sachs. They all had their unique take on her, often showcasing their wit and sarcasm in lighthearted banter.

"I have to admit, there was something about her," Nigel mused, flipping through a rack of dresses. "Andrea managed to bewitch us all with her fabulous little Six."

Miranda rolled her eyes, her lips quirking into a wry smile. "Ah yes, how could we ever forget the glorious days of Harry Potter and the accessorizing disasters? Truly riveting."

Emily, her frustration palpable, chimed in. "She was the epitome of uneventful yet managed to stir up chaos with her incompetence. Let's not forget the time she decided to order lunch for everyone and ended up with a plethora of gluten-free vegan tofu options. Nightmare."

The conversation took a sudden turn as Miranda's daughters, Caroline and Cassidy, made their presence known. They had been listening intently, quietly giggling amongst themselves.

"You two find this amusing, do you?" Miranda asked, raising an eyebrow.

Caroline stepped forward, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Well, Mom, as much as Andrea's fashion sense left us wanting, she did introduce us to the wonders of Harry Potter. We may not have liked her for stabbing us in the Gryffindor-loving hearts, but we can't unsee the magic."

Cassidy nodded in agreement. "Andrea may have been clueless about fashion, but she was the reason we snuck in our dog, and had a glorious adventure in Harry Potter World."

Miranda's mask cracked for a split second, an undeniable glimmer of amusement in her eyes. "You two and your shenanigans, it's a miracle we kept up appearances during that disastrous trip."

As they continued their walk through the office, Joanna caught snippets of conversations and snippets from Emily's diary, always filled with snark and hidden exasperation.

"Dear diary, another uneventful day with Andrea. She still doesn't understand the art of making a proper cappuccino. I swear she must have invented a new form of coffee abstractionism."

Joanna chuckled, glancing over Emily's shoulder to catch a glimpse of other entries that mentioned Andrea's foibles. Despite the sarcasm, there was an undertone of nostalgia and respect for the young woman who had left her mark on everyone's lives.

The icing on the cake, however, came when Nigel presented Joanna with a framed photo of himself, Miranda, and Andrea during happier times. "To my fabulous little Six," he said, handing her the frame with a grin.

Joanna's heart swelled with a mixture of emotions. She had heard so much about Andrea, and now, holding that photo in her hands, she realized just how much impact one person could have, even long after they were gone.

In the grand scheme of things, it was the uneventful moments, the ones where Andrea stumbled, that had left an indelible mark on the lives of those around her. And as Joanna looked at the smiling faces in the photo, she vowed to honor Andrea's spirit by embracing both the chaos and the uneventful moments that defined life at Runway magazine.

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The sunlit office of Vogue magazine buzzed with the excitement of a typical day in the fashion world. Anna Wintour, elegantly poised behind her desk, reviewed the latest fashion layouts. Suddenly, her assistant whispered something into her ear, and Anna raised an elegant eyebrow as she caught sight of Eden Espinoza, a renowned Broadway star, being ushered into her office.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Wintour," Eden greeted warmly, extending her hand.

Anna shook it gracefully, "Good afternoon, Ms. Espinoza. Please, have a seat. What brings you to Vogue today?"

Eden sat down, her eyes shining with enthusiasm, "I'm here to talk about a collaboration. Broadway stars and Vogue - it's an opportunity to showcase the arts, our passion, and the impact we can create together."

Anna leaned back, intrigued, "Go on."

As Eden pitched her idea of bringing Broadway's creativity to Vogue's pages, Anna listened with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. She admired Eden's determination, but Vogue had a reputation to uphold, and she couldn't let her guard down easily.

"But Ms. Wintour, I believe this collaboration can bridge the gap between fashion and performing arts, inspiring creativity and captivating our audiences," Eden explained passionately.

Anna leaned forward, her icy gaze locked on Eden, "Broadway is undoubtedly an art form worth celebrating. However, Vogue is a high-fashion magazine. How can we ensure that our readers resonate with a world they might not be familiar with?"

Eden smiled, undeterred, "Fashion and performing arts share a common thread - storytelling. Our collaboration will weave these threads into a beautiful narrative, captivating readers through an artistic journey."

Anna nodded thoughtfully, "Your passion is evident, Ms. Espinoza. I appreciate the idea, but I must admit I am still unsure."

Just then, a soft murmur reached Anna's ears. "Miranda Priestly."

The name sent a shiver down Anna's spine. She couldn't help but recall the formidable editor-in-chief of Runway magazine. While their professional rivalry had often made headlines, Anna admired Miranda's eye for detail and unwavering dedication to the fashion world.

Eden noticed the subtle change in Anna's demeanor, "Ms. Wintour, I must be honest. This collaboration was orchestrated, in part, by Miranda Priestly herself. She recognizes the potential of this partnership, and I believe you do too."

Anna's eyes narrowed, "Miranda is known for her audacity. How can I trust this collaboration isn't just a ploy to boost Runway's profile?"

Eden leaned forward, meeting Anna's gaze with unwavering confidence, "Because I genuinely believe in the power of this collaboration. My fellow Broadway stars and I are here because we see the opportunity to bring something extraordinary to the pages of Vogue. It's not about boosting Runway; it's about elevating both fashion and the performing arts to new heights."

Anna's skepticism softened slightly as she studied Eden. There was something genuine about her, a spark of creativity that resonated with Anna's own passion for the fashion world.

"Ms. Espinoza, I admire your conviction. Let's give this collaboration a chance," Anna finally conceded.

As the days passed, Eden and Anna worked closely to bring their vision to life. They brainstormed, curated stunning ensembles, and carefully selected Broadway stars for the shoot. Along the way, they shared stories of their journeys in their respective fields, forging a bond that transcended their differences.

On the day of the photo shoot, Anna stood behind the cameras, observing Eden in her element. The Broadway star radiated captivating energy, drawing everyone into the enchanting world of performing arts.

The resulting photos were breathtaking, capturing the essence of both fashion and Broadway with exquisite precision. The collaboration became one of Vogue's most talked-about features, receiving praise from readers and critics alike.

As Eden and Anna reflected on the success of their collaboration, they realized that their worlds were not so different after all. Both were driven by a desire to create something extraordinary, to inspire others, and to leave a lasting impact on their industries.

As the photo shoot progressed, capturing the magic of Broadway within the fashion pages of Vogue, a figure emerged from the shadows, garnering the attention of everyone present. It was none other than Miranda Priestly, the formidable editor-in-chief of Runway magazine, wearing an impeccably tailored ensemble that commanded attention.

Anna's composure remained unchanged, though a flicker of surprise crossed her face. She had not expected Miranda to make an appearance. Miranda approached, her eyes focused on Eden, who was engrossed in her performance, seemingly unaware of Miranda's arrival.

"Eden Espinoza," Miranda's voice rang with a mix of curiosity and challenge. "I must admit, this is a rather unexpected collaboration."

Eden turned to face Miranda, her expression unyielding, "Miranda, this collaboration is about embracing the arts in all their forms. Surely, you, of all people, can appreciate that."

Miranda's gaze shifted to Anna, who maintained her poise, "I'm surprised, Anna. To think you would entertain such a venture, combining the world of high fashion with... Broadway."

Anna raised an eyebrow, "Fashion is an art form, just as Broadway is. This collaboration celebrates creativity and the impact of storytelling, something that transcends any one industry."

Miranda's lips curved into a sardonic smile, "Ah, yes, storytelling. But can the world of fashion truly understand the depth and complexity of Broadway? Or is this merely another one of your experiments to increase Vogue's relevance?"

Eden's eyes flashed with a touch of indignation, "This is not a mere experiment, Miranda. It's an opportunity to showcase the brilliance of the performing arts and its connection to fashion. You can't deny that."

The tension in the room was palpable, and everyone present held their breath, unsure of how the confrontation between these two powerhouse editors would unfold.

Just then, the door opened, and Andrea Sachs, formerly Miranda's assistant and now an accomplished journalist, entered the room. Both Anna and Eden looked surprised by Andrea's unexpected appearance.

"Andrea," Anna greeted with a nod, while Eden offered a warm smile, remembering their previous encounters.

Miranda's eyes narrowed at the sight of her former assistant, "What are you doing here, Andrea? I thought you were covering the fashion week in Paris."

Andrea stood her ground, her expression steady, "I was, but I caught wind of this collaboration and its potential significance for the art world. I thought it warranted my attention."

Miranda seemed taken aback, her defensive posture evident as she struggled to maintain her usual composed facade. The unexpected arrival of Andrea, now an independent and accomplished journalist, seemed to unsettle her.

As the confrontation continued, Andrea spoke up, addressing both Anna and Miranda, "This collaboration has the potential to break barriers and foster a deeper appreciation for art in all its forms. As someone who has experienced the transformative power of fashion and the performing arts, I see the value in bringing these worlds together."

Anna nodded in agreement, "Andrea is right. This collaboration is not just about individual industries; it's about celebrating the essence of creative expression."

Miranda's gaze shifted between Andrea and Anna, her usual air of authority showing cracks, "Fine. If this is what you both believe in, then so be it. But don't expect me to endorse it in any way."

With that, Miranda turned on her heel and left the room, her departure leaving an atmosphere of both relief and tension.

As the dust settled, Anna, Eden, and Andrea shared a knowing glance. The unexpected turn of events had strengthened their resolve, and they knew that this collaboration was about much more than just a feature in a magazine.

And so, as the Broadway stars graced the pages of Vogue, fashion and performing arts found a harmonious union that would forever change the creative landscape. The collaboration became a symbol of the power of unity, challenging barriers, and celebrating the essence of artistry in all its forms.

In the weeks that followed, the issue hit newsstands, creating a buzz that extended beyond the fashion world. It garnered attention from theater enthusiasts, art lovers, and fashion connoisseurs alike. The breathtaking images and the stories behind the collaboration resonated deeply with readers, inspiring them to embrace the beauty of both fashion and Broadway.

The success of the collaboration even caught the attention of other industries, prompting similar cross-disciplinary projects that blurred the lines between art forms and industries. Vogue's pages became a platform not only for haute couture but also for celebrating creativity and artistic expression in all its diverse forms.

As the months passed, the friendship between Anna, Eden, and Andrea grew stronger. They found themselves meeting frequently to discuss new ideas and future collaborations, not just limited to the pages of Vogue but also extending to philanthropic initiatives that supported the arts.

In the fashion world, Vogue's daring venture was lauded for its innovative approach to storytelling. The collaboration breathed new life into the magazine, attracting a wider audience and igniting conversations about the intersections of various creative fields.

As for Miranda Priestly, she continued to run Runway magazine with her signature flair for perfection and exclusivity. Yet, deep down, she couldn't help but keep an eye on Vogue's endeavors. The unexpected success of the collaboration had left a lingering curiosity in her mind about the possibilities that lay beyond her traditional realm of high fashion.

One day, much to everyone's surprise, an invitation arrived at Vogue's office. It was for a private event hosted by Miranda herself. The event, named "Confluence Of Creatives," aimed to bring together leaders and artists from diverse backgrounds to explore the power of collaboration and creative fusion.

Intrigued by Miranda's invitation, Anna, Eden, and Andrea attended the event, not knowing what to expect. To their surprise, they found themselves warmly welcomed by Miranda, who acknowledged the impact of their collaboration and expressed a newfound appreciation for the potential of such cross-industry ventures.

The "Confluence Of Creatives" event marked a turning point in the world of fashion and beyond. The barriers between different art forms began to crumble, and collaborations between industries flourished, sparking a renaissance of creativity and innovation.

Looking back, Anna Wintour couldn't help but smile at how a chance encounter with a Broadway star had led to an extraordinary journey of collaboration, friendship, and breaking boundaries. The world had witnessed the power of uniting two seemingly distinct worlds, proving that when passion, creativity, and determination converged, the possibilities were limitless.

As for Vogue, it continued to be a trailblazer in the world of fashion and arts, daring to push the boundaries and celebrate the beauty of creativity in all its forms. And so, with each new issue, Vogue's pages continued to tell captivating stories, not just of fashion but of the profound impact that art, in all its manifestations, could have on the world.

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Marissa had been waiting for the arrival of her daughter Lyra for months and now, finally, the day had come. She had eagerly anticipated this moment and was filled with an intense joy as she held her newborn in her arms. Her daemon, a sleek black Monkey named Celia, lay curled up at her feet as she watched over the new mother and child.

"I can't believe she's actually here," Marissa said, gazing down at her daughter's sleeping face. "She's perfect."

Lyra's daemon, a snowy-white ermine named Pan, nestled against her mother's chest, its tiny body rising and falling with each breath.

Asriel, Marissa's ex-husband, had not been around for most of Marissa's pregnancy. Lyra had barely come into the world before Asriel disappeared once again, off on some mysterious mission. Marissa had always known Asriel was a passionate man, devoted to causes that she could never fully understand.

Over the next few weeks, Marissa dedicated her entire life to her daughter. She would spend hours cradling her, feeding her, and singing lullabies to her. She treasured every moment they had together and loved her daughter with all her heart.

As Lyra grew older, Marissa kept her firmly by her side. They lived in a remote cottage deep in the forest, far away from the rest of civilization.

"Lyra, darling," Marissa said one day as they were sitting together in front of the fire. "The world out there is a dangerous place. But as long as we're together, you'll be safe."

Lyra looked up at her mother with bright, curious eyes, her daemon Pan always by her side. "Why is the world dangerous?"

Marissa paused for a moment, considering the best way to answer. "There are people out there who want to hurt others," she said finally. "They don't understand the importance of family, of love. But we do, Lyra. We understand what's truly important in life."

And so their life together continued, with Marissa teaching Lyra about the world from inside their secluded cottage. Marissa would share stories about her own childhood and the adventures she had, and Lyra would listen intently, her imagination running wild.

But there was something dark and oppressive about the way Marissa kept Lyra so isolated. As Lyra continued to grow, she began to wonder what lay beyond the forest that surrounded them. She and Pan would often sneak off into the woods, exploring and adventuring but never straying too far from their home.

One day, when Lyra was 12 years old, Marissa was out gathering firewood. Left alone, Lyra decided to explore the woods. She stumbled upon a group of children her own age and found she wasn't alone in the world. They began to talk and soon became friends, Pan and their new friends' daemons cavorting around them. Lyra was amazed to learn about the many different things they had seen and experienced.

Over time, she began to realize how sheltered her life with Marissa had been and she couldn't believe that she had been kept from such a wonderful world.

A seed of doubt now began to grow in Lyra's mind. She couldn't shake the feeling that all she had ever known was a lie. And so, one day, Lyra made the decision to leave her mother and their secluded life behind, Pan by her side.

She stepped out of the forest and into the unknown, ready to discover what lay ahead. Marissa, on the other hand, felt her heart break as she watched her daughter leave their home, her monkey Celia at her feet.

But as Marissa stood alone in the clearing of the forest, she knew that she had only herself and Asriel to blame. She had kept Lyra from the world for far too long, and Asriel's absence had only made it worse. It was time for her to let go of her fears and let Lyra and Pan create their own path in life, even if that meant facing the dangers of the world outside the forest.

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The paparazzi had been relentless in their pursuit of Princess Diana, and on that fateful night in 1997, they had finally caught up to her. The car she was riding in, with her partner Dodi Fayed and their driver, had crashed in a tunnel in Paris. The news that Diana had been involved in a serious car accident had spread quickly, and the world waited anxiously for news of her condition. At first, the reports were grim. But then, something miraculous happened.

Diana's injuries were serious, but not life-threatening. She was rushed to the hospital, where she underwent surgery. The next day, she was awake and alert, and although she was in pain, she was stable. The world breathed a collective sigh of relief. The Princess of Wales had survived.

The news was met with a mixture of shock and disbelief. How could Diana have survived such a horrific accident? It was nothing short of a miracle, and the world rejoiced. For weeks, Diana remained in the hospital, recovering from her injuries. Her family and friends were by her side, and messages of love and support poured in from around the globe.

As she lay in the hospital bed, Diana's thoughts turned to her boys, William and Harry. She knew they would be terrified and she couldn't wait to see them and tell them she was okay.

William and Harry came into the room, their faces filled with tears and relief. "Mum!" they cried in unison.

Diana smiled at them, tears streaming down her face. "I'm okay," she said, taking their outstretched hands in hers. "I'm going to be okay."

For a long time, they sat together, holding hands and catching up. Diana listened with pride as they told her all about their lives, their dreams, and their plans for the future.

As the years passed, Diana watched as her boys grew up. She was there for William's graduation, his wedding to Kate, and the birth of their children. She saw Harry find love and marry Meghan, starting their own family. Diana was grateful for every moment she had with her boys. She cherished every hug, every laugh, and every shared moment of happiness.

Over the next few years, Diana continued to make a difference in the world. She became a tireless advocate for those in need and a strong voice for change. Her compassion and dedication gained her countless fans, even as her detractors remained.

As she continued to watch her boys grow older and start their own families, Diana knew that her journey was complete. She had survived the accident, against all odds, and had lived to see her boys grow up, start families of their own, and make the world a better place.

And as the years passed on, her memory remained alive in the hearts of her loved ones and her adoring fans. Diana's spirit continued to inspire people around the world, reminding them to live with compassion, love, and hope, even in the face of adversity.

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Therese lay in their bed, feeling awful. Her head throbbed with pain and her throat was raw and sore, and she had lost count of the tissues she had been using. Carol lay beside her, rubbing her back gently.

"I'm sorry," Therese muttered weakly, feeling guilty for getting sick. "I know you were going to take me out to dinner tonight."

Carol brushed Therese's hair away from her forehead. "Shh, It's fine. We can always reschedule."

Therese shook her head, coughing and wincing at the pain in her chest. "I just feel awful. I don't want to ruin our plans."

Carol smiled and kissed her forehead. "We'll figure something out. Just focus on getting better, my love."

Over the next few days, Therese's illness only seemed to get worse. Her fever spiked high and her body ached all over, making even the simplest tasks feel like mountains to climb. Carol watched over her constantly, checking her temperature, bringing her water and medication, and making sure she got plenty of rest.

Rindy, Carol's young daughter, came to visit one afternoon, and she was quick to notice how sick Therese was. "Are you okay?" she asked, looking up at Therese with wide eyes.

Therese managed a weak smile. "I'm just a bit under the weather, Rindy. But I'll be fine soon."

Rindy nodded, a serious expression on her face. "I'll take care of you," she said, determined.

And so she did. She brought Therese books and blankets, played games with her, and even brought her a cup of tea - something that she had seen her mother do countless times before.

As the days wore on, Therese's condition remained precarious. She struggled to keep food down and couldn't seem to shake the constant ache in her head and chest. Carol grew more and more worried, even as she tried her best to stay positive for Therese's sake.

One night, as they lay in bed, Carol whispered to Therese, "I don't know what I would do if something happened to you."

Therese reached out and took Carol's hand, feeling the warmth and comfort of her touch. "It's just a cold," she said, wincing at the cough that wracked her body. "I'll be better soon."

But despite her optimism, Therese's condition only seemed to worsen. She slept fitfully, waking up often with chills or sweating from a fever. Carol was constantly by her side, her voice soothing as she murmured words of comfort.

And then, one night, as they lay together in the dark, Therese's fever spiked higher than ever before. She felt dizzy and disoriented, her breath coming in short gasps, and she knew something was seriously wrong.

"Carol," she said, her voice weak and trembling. "I think you need to call the doctor."

Carol listened to her breathless, raspy voice and knew that Therese was right. She quickly dialed the number for the emergency room and explained the situation. Within moments, an ambulance was on its way.

The next few hours were a blur of activity. The paramedics checked Therese over, her fever dangerously high and her breathing labored. They rushed her to the hospital, where she was given IV fluids and medication to bring her fever down.

Carol stayed by her side through it all, her heart pounding with fear as she watched her girlfriend struggle. She wondered if Therese would make it through the night.

But even in her weakened state, Therese was a fighter. She worked with the doctors to get the help she needed, pushing through the pain and discomfort to get better. And after several days of intense treatment and rest, she finally turned a corner.

Carol breathed a sigh of relief as she watched Therese slowly begin to recover, her color returning and her strength slowly coming back. She knew that they had been through a difficult and scary time, but she also knew that their love had sustained them, no matter what.

And as they lay together, surrounded by the familiar comforts of their home, Carol knew that they would face whatever came their way - together.

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Miranda Priestly, the formidable editor-in-chief of Runway, woke up feeling terrible. Her entire body ached, her throat was on fire, and her head was pounding. She knew instantly what it was – she had the flu.

But today was a special day. It was her first year anniversary with Andrea Sachs, her brilliant assistant turned girlfriend. They had planned a romantic evening together, and Miranda could not bear the thought of ruining it with her illness. She had to hide it from Andrea at all costs.

Miranda dragged herself out of bed and stumbled to her closet, determined to look her best for the occasion. She put on a black dress and her signature Chanel jacket, hoping that the outfit would distract Andrea from any signs of sickness.

As she made her way to the office, Miranda prayed that her illness would not impede her ability to lead the fashion world. But when she arrived, everything went downhill.

"Good morning, Miranda! Happy anniversary!" Andrea said, beaming with joy.

Miranda tried to hide her discomfort, but her voice betrayed her. "Good morning, Andrea. Thank you."

"Are you okay? You sound different," Andrea noticed.

"I'm perfectly fine, Andrea," Miranda said, clearing her throat. "Just a bit of dryness in the throat."

Andrea looked skeptical but decided not to dwell on it. "So, for tonight, I made reservations at that new Italian restaurant you love. And I also have a little surprise for you," Andrea said, handing Miranda a small box wrapped in a ribbon.

Miranda managed a smile, genuinely touched by Andrea's thoughtfulness. "Thank you, Andrea. I look forward to it."

But as the day went on, Miranda's flu symptoms worsened. She had to cancel a meeting because of a fever, and she was barely able to keep her eyes open during another. Andrea had noticed something was off.

"Miranda, I know something's not right. You can tell me," Andrea said, putting a hand on Miranda's forehead. "Oh, you're burning up! We need to get you home and into bed."

"I can't be sick, Andrea," Miranda said, feeling defeated. "Not tonight."

Andrea took control. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you. I'll make some soup and we'll watch your favorite movie on Netflix."

Miranda couldn't believe it. Andrea was taking care of her, just like she always did. "Thank you, Andrea," Miranda said, feeling grateful for the first time in a long time.

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As they settled in front of the TV, Miranda couldn't resist revealing her true feelings. "You know, Andrea, one year ago, I never would have believed that I could be this happy."

Andrea smiled, taking Miranda's hand. "I know, Miranda. But you deserve all the happiness in the world. And I'll always be here for you."

Miranda felt a tear roll down her cheek. She had always been the one with the upper hand in their relationship, but now she realized how much Andrea meant to her.

"Thank you, Andrea," Miranda said, closing her eyes. "Thank you for everything."

Andrea leaned in to kiss Miranda's forehead. "Happy anniversary, Miranda. I love you."

Miranda smiled, drifting off to sleep. "I love you too, Andrea."

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