Sara rushed hurriedly through the hive of people. She pushed and shoved, breathing firmly to settle her nerves. Nothing worked, her body was trembling as were her lips. She was on the verge of exploding.
A sob threatened her but she pushed it away just as she wiped away the stray tears that were gathering in her eyes. She wouldn't break, not yet. It was too early to break, she thought. She was still recovering, though, this was normal. This was normal.
This was not normal.
Normal would a be a very different sequence of events. Normal is undefined but one thing was for sure: what Sara had gone through was in no way normal. She pushed her hands down, trying to find her pockets to remember she was wearing a dress, a flowing one at that and the purse that she had kept her things in was at work. But, by some miracle, in her phone case- of the phone in which she had, at least, remembered to bring- was a 10 dollar note. There, that would buy her a coffee.
She shoved herself into the first cafe in sight, glad for the cool of the air conditioning and the abandoned feel of the place in general. It was empty bar a few people, it was early after all. Sara relished in it as she stumbled to the first table, placing her phone down heavily on the table and resting her head in her arms.
Today was not going well.
She looked up to see the barista staring at her. Looking back at the table, she realised she hadn't ordered a drink at all so, still rather shakily, she ordered to espresso's which should have been enough to cover the lack of sleep from the night before. Not only had she slept at her desk but she had slept no more than four hours on top of that. She had never felt so wrecked before.
It seemed the barista took pity on her and they sent her back to her table and gave her her espresso there rather than forcing her to endure the torturous wait of standing until it was placed in the spot by the till.
Sara downed the first, wincing slightly at the bitter taste but didn't hesitate in picking up the next. She sipped at it, unsure that her throat could take the piping heat the coffee was expelling. She sighed, blowing on it gently, whilst watching people on the street flood by.
She stared, examining each and every one of them. At least it was something to pass the time. Her head turned when a flash of red crossed her vision. Only for a second, maybe less. A familiar colour, she thought, although she couldn't pinpoint the origin of her thoughts.
That was until someone sat right next to her, watching out the window just as she had, creating a large racket as they clambered onto the tall seat beside her. 'Mila Babicheva. I believe we didn't get a formal introduction at the office.' The girl, pearly white skin complemented by the plethora of red hair- cut into a long bob- held out her hand, smiling. Sara didn't take it. And, for extra measure, shuffled away slightly.
'Sara Crispino.' She whispered, staring at the hand as if it were a disease. She had given up her name only because she had no doubt the girl already knew her name. That only made her jitters worse. Had this girl followed her from the office? This stranger...had followed her.
If she had ever seen stalking, this would be it.
'Aw, don't be shy. I'm nothing to be afraid of.' The redhead cooed despite most likely being younger than Sara was herself.
'You followed me here. I don't know you. That is something to definitely be afraid of.' Sara's words didn't seem to come out just right. Her sentence was stilted and hesitant as if being wary yet still giving the whole truth. Mila just stared at her, her brows furrowing but no anger held on her face. The smile was still there, even if not so bright.
'You think I'm a stalker, don't you?' Sara nodded immediately. And, to her utter surprise, the girl burst into a loud fit of giggles. 'Me, a stalker! Wow, you have to wrong idea.' Her laughs got louder and were soon turning heads from all directions and even a few angry mutters from people whose breakfast was being disturbed.
'So a stranger following me from my workplace and to a random cafe is not stalking?' Sara questioned, raising a fearful eyebrow. Yet, throughout the ordeal, she felt herself wanting to laugh too. This whole situation was ridiculous.
'No.' Mila stated determinedly. 'I think that it's a friend of a friend taking an interest in a strangers feelings and wanting to put a smile on their face.' Mila smiled but Sara didn't have the confidence to smile back. She was nervous and even her voice was shakier than it had been intended to be.
'Now you're sounding a bit like a serial killer.' Sara muttered, staring at the floor, wishing to fall through and be rid of this entire mess.
'Oh my god, Sara! How am I supposed to make this seem like I'm not breaking any laws?!' Mila stated dramatically, the comedic tone clear enough to be recognised. Sara just sighed, shaking her head and looked at the girl with a single raised eyebrow.
'I don't know.' Sara shrugged, finally taking a sip of her drink, relishing in the warmth it brought.
'Okay. Here, I'll tell you a bit about myself, no serial killer would do that. My parents run the place you work out. We originate from Russia, as you can probably tell, and moved here when I was young. I'm close with Viktor and Yuuri, who are very worried by the way, and I'm a very forward person, as you probably also know. And, I am a person who very much hates to see people sad.' Mila stated matter of fact, a smile on her face, confidence oozing from her posture alone.
She was the opposite of Sara. Poised, confident and no doubt popular. Although, following Sara to a cafe on a cold morning could prove loneliness more than popularity.
'That doesn't explain why you followed me here.' Sara stared suspiciously, her eyebrows drawn together but the shyness almost gone albeit present.
'It does! You were sad, I thought you needed some cheering up.' Mila smiled, teeth and all. Sara couldn't help but give a smile in return, real or not. Mila seemed like a nice girl. Forward, very, but nice. But Sara wasn't in the mood, she didn't need friends right now, especially not new ones.
'I have to go. I've got work.' Sara sighed, standing from her seat and downing the last of what was in her cup.
'No you don't!' Mila stated excitedly causing Sara to nearly jump out of her skin.
'What?'
'I was already told that you have a day off today, or else I would have just waited for you back at the office.' Damn it, Sara thought. She wasn't getting out of this easily.
'Fine, I'll stay here then.' Sara huffed, sitting down with her arms folded and her eyes purposefully away from Mila.
'Aw, don't act like that!' Mila cooed, leaning a head on Sara's shoulder. Sara almost fell out of her seat, only staying out due to the heavy weight on her shoulder, how more forward could this girl get? Sara pushed her off and took a long, deep breath.
'Look, Mila, you can stay here if you really want but I have rules. No more touching, no more following and definitely, most importantly, don't nag me with questions. I'll answer if I want to.' Mila immediately nodded, seemingly fine with the setbacks. She could get by them there, she was sure of that.
'It's a deal.'
word count: 1300
published: 20.07.17
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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...
