A/N I am actually disappointed in the lack of Mila x Sara fics there are. Sure, they are often in a relationship in Viktuuri or Otayuri fanfics but there are very few for just them. So, I took matters into my own hands and here is the start of Burden! (title may change soon XD)
Sara whimpered as the boy held his fist inches from her face. 'What did I tell you?' He spat, his inches closing in on hers.
'Not to tell anyone.' She sobbed, her arms wrapped around her waist protectively. She hunched over, trying to hide herself as the body moved inches closer.
'And what did you do?' The boy, with his raven hair and smug face, sneered.
'I told someone. I'm sorry, JJ! I didn't mean to, I promise!' Sara cried out, as a palm met her cheek. The sound echoed around the empty hall outside her apartment. She never meant to do this. This isn't what was supposed to happen. None of this was supposed to happen. JJ shouldn't have told her. He didn't want it for himself so he put it onto her- a heavy burden that she just couldn't carry alone.
'And you think that changes anything?' He roared, his fist clenching and relaxing like a pulsating heart. She shook her head, her small frame trembling. Why was this happening to her of all people? Sala Crispino, a twenty-year-old with few passions. And, apparently, a girl who could not keep a secret.
'Get out.' He shook his head, a look of disgust on his face. 'I don't even care, I just don't want to see you and your disgusting face ever again.' Sara's confidence broke, tears flooded from her eyes and sobs wracked her body but with the little bit of strength she had left, she pushed herself to her feet and ran, ignoring the sting of the wind on her cheek as she escaped the claustrophobic building and into the night air.
The stars shone down on her dark brown hair like fairy lights as it flung behind her, her legs pulling her down the streets of New York, block after block, ignoring the lights and beeping of the cars, towards the only place she trusted. Her office. At least there, she knew she could be alone, no one to see her puffy eyes and shaking lips. Her house wasn't safe anymore with JJ just next door, she didn't have the confidence to return. She couldn't face him- not now, and maybe not ever.
Her office wasn't far, a usual ten-minute walk made into a five-minute sprint throughout the darkened streets of the city- still alive with bustling businessmen back from late shifts and party goers whose nights were still raging on.
Sara panted, turning down into the next street, running down the ever extending road until her office appeared on the corner. 'Babicheva' was clearly printed above the entrance in ornate silver letters, 'fashion designers' in smaller print below. Sara smiled, relief evident as she pushed the doors opened and let herself relax. Sara, as of her twentieth birthday had received her own office, albeit rather small, for a reason she still wasn't sure of her. It sure hadn't been her hard work, she was a slacker, to say the least, but her team worked hard- although, that could have been to cover her mistakes- and had created the largest profit of the last year.
Sara, with her new promotion, had been forced out of that team and was now working independently on contracts. Their brand was becoming more popular over time, the owners Mrs and Mr Babicheva- or as they asked to be called, Kaarina and Vadim- were hard working and were deserving of the new recognition. Sara couldn't help but feel at least slightly proud of working for them. Even if she would much rather be doing something else.
Not that she had any passions to follow anyway.
The balmy air, although refreshing, wasn't as nice as the air conditioning inside the building. Sara let her breaths steady once again as she tied her hair into a loose bun and followed the floor lights to the elevator that would take her to the fifth floor.
'Oh hi, Sara!' A timid, exhausted voice came from the front desk.
'Hi, Yuuri.' Sara smiled, not saying anymore as she entered the building. Despite it being rather rude, she knew Yuuri would not mind. He was a shy character and only talked for the fact that he thought others wanted to talk. And, Sara was in no mood to talk.
When she reached her office, her door now locked behind her, it all came flooding out. She was an idiot. Such a bloody idiot. Such an idiot that she couldn't return home out of fear of what might happen when she got back. JJ was known for his aggression. He was nice most of the time, if not slightly narcissistic, but he had been known for coming in and out of rehab for his anger out-spurts. No one held it against him, the entire floor trusted him and he had even managed to hold down a girlfriend...well, not anymore.
And now, Sara had made him angry. She hadn't meant to tell Isabelle. She knew that secret was something no ears were supposed to hear. But, JJ had told her anyway. Just as she had told Isabelle. Sara was scared to return and suddenly the red mark on her cheek stung all the more painfully.
'Sara?' A light voice came from outside, his Russian accent clear. 'Sara, can you open the door.' Sara shook her head from her thoughts and opened the door reluctantly to reveal a scuffled looking Viktor, whose hair was clearly dishevelled and the bags under his eyes dark. How many people had stayed the night shift?
'What do you want, Viktor?' She sighed, wiping a hand down her face in frustration.
'Yuuri told me you had just arrived with a rather large mark on your cheek. He may have been too shy to say so but he was worried and so am I.' Sara just shrugged and ignored Viktor's words. She didn't want to talk right now. She didn't think she would ever want to talk about this and Viktor's charming smile, azure eyes and platinum hair would do nothing to change that.
'Go home, Viktor; You look tired. I'll talk tomorrow.' She didn't register the shocked look on his face as she shut the door in his face and planted herself in the plush office chair, spinning slowly, looking out of the large glass window that ran from the ceiling to the floor, to watch the night sky every time she faced that way.
She sighed, she just didn't see the beauty in it anymore.
word count: 1073
published: 18.06.17
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Burden ✄ MilaSara
Fanfiction'''these mountains that you are carrying, you were only supposed to climb,, Sara was meant to keep a secret. She couldn't. She was supposed to carry the burden. She failed. She was supposed to do a lot of things. Sara never did. Mila was the only on...
