Unraveled
Mila’s POV
“You know, there’s something about the darkness that pulls you in… when it becomes so comforting that the thought of waking up to the light, where all your problems are glaring in your face, feels almost unbearable.”
I didn’t want to face my pathetic life, where every day was a struggle to make ends meet just to take care of my mom and sister. The weight of it all felt too heavy for one person to carry.
“But like everything else, even the darkness can’t last forever.”
A loud bang on my door pulled me from my thoughts.
“Mila! Get up!” my mom’s voice echoed through the thin walls, her frustration clear. Slowly, I opened my eyes to the harsh daylight.
“Mila, you know you can’t be late for this interview today. Get up! Now!” she shouted, her voice rising with each word.
Reluctantly, I dragged myself out of bed and stumbled toward the door, only to find my mom on the other side, her face a mix of worry and annoyance.
“Mom, why are you yelling?” I mumbled, still half asleep, rubbing my eyes.
“Mila, what’s wrong with you? Don’t you care about this interview? Do you want to stay stuck here forever?” she asked, arms crossed, her tone sharp.
I groaned, frustration bubbling to the surface. “But Mom… It’s just gonna be another rejection. Like all the others. I’m so tired of it… They keep saying I don’t have enough experience. How am I supposed to get experience if no one will give me a chance?”
Her face softened, and she walked over, gently stroking my hair. “Sweetie, I know how you feel, but you won’t know unless you try. You have to keep pushing. This could be it… And we really need the money right now. If it doesn’t work out, you still have your job at the coffee shop. Just take it one step at a time.”
The warmth in her voice calmed me, but a pit remained in my stomach. I had to do this, not for me, but for them. I couldn’t keep relying on my barista job. The bills were piling up, and every day felt like I was falling further behind.
Taking a deep breath, I nodded. “Okay. I’ll do it.”
I showered quickly, threw on something presentable, and rushed downstairs. In the kitchen, my younger sister, Lila, greeted me with a smile.
“Morning, Millie!” she chirped, her energy somehow making me feel worse.
“Lila... when are you going to learn to get my name right?” I teased, giving her a light tap on the cheek.
She rolled her eyes, muttering something about me being impossible, before turning back to her cereal.
Ignoring her typical grumbling, I grabbed a quick breakfast cereal and an apple, and kissed Lila on the forehead.
“Get to school on time, okay?” I whispered, my voice barely a murmur.
“As if school helped you,” she said with a smirk, before flashing me a bright, sarcastic smile and waving goodbye.
I swallowed hard, knowing she was right. After all the years I spent in school, buried under student loans, I ended up at the coffee shop, where I was still just another barista with no prospects.
I took a steadying breath as I stepped outside. “Please, just let this one work out,” I silently pleaded with the universe, because I wasn’t sure how much more rejection I could handle.
The ride to the company was long, filled with anxious moments of silence. When I finally arrived, the receptionist greeted me warmly, but my nerves were on edge as she led me to the interview room.
I waited, heart pounding in my chest, trying to calm the storm inside me.
A few minutes later, a stunning woman with blonde hair walked in, dressed in a sleek black outfit, heels clicking sharply against the tiles. Her presence made my heart race, and for a brief moment, I forgot how to breathe.
“Mila Brown?” she asked, looking me over with an almost dismissive glance.
“Ye—yes,” I stuttered, immediately regretting how nervous I sounded.
“Great,” she said, her smile cool as she glanced at the papers in front of her.
The minutes dragged on, each one feeling like an eternity. Finally, she looked up, meeting my gaze with a calculating stare.
“Miss Brown…” She paused, her expression hardening. “I’m sorry, but we can’t offer you the position at this time. You lack the experience we’re looking for.”
Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I couldn’t hold it in anymore. The tears that had been building up burst out, and I reached for her, desperation flooding my voice.
“No… Miss, please! I’m qualified. I need this job!” I pleaded, my hands gripping the edges of her desk.
She didn’t flinch. “I’m sorry. It’s out of my hands. Please see yourself out,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.
I couldn’t contain it any longer. The pain, the rejection, everything boiled over. “No!” I screamed, my voice raw. “You can’t just toss me aside like that! Do you have any idea what this means to me? To my family?” I was spiraling, shouting and smashing papers off the desk in a frenzy.
The security rushed in, pulling me away from the desk and forcefully escorting me out of the building.
By the time I was back on the street, I was a mess, angry, heartbroken, and consumed with the overwhelming weight of failure. My legs moved mechanically as tears streamed down my face, and everything around me became a blur.
I didn’t even realize I’d stepped into the street until the screech of tires pulled me out of my daze.
“Are you crazy?” a voice yelled. “You almost got yourself killed!”
I looked up, meeting a pair of silver-gray eyes that seemed to freeze me in place. He stood there, looking at me with a mixture of concern and irritation.
I didn’t care. I turned my back on him and walked away without a word.
Later, I walked into the coffee shop, my heart heavy, but resigned. Maya greeted me with a hug that almost made me break down.
“You’re early,” she remarked, her voice laced with concern.
“I just needed to get away,” I muttered, not wanting to talk about what happened.
She pulled me into a tight hug. “Another rejection?” she asked softly. I nodded, feeling like a failure.
“Maya, I can’t do this anymore. I’m done. No one will ever hire me, not with my track record. I’m stuck here.”
She stroked my hair gently. “Don’t give up, Mila. There’s always another chance.”
I wanted to believe her, but it was hard. The idea of facing another rejection felt unbearable.
Hours later, when the shop quieted down, Maya rushed to me, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
“I found it! I have the answer to your problem!” she said, practically bouncing on her feet.
I sighed. “What now, Maya?”
She shoved her tablet in my hands, pointing to a job listing. “A personal assistant position! No experience required!”
I stared at it, stunned. “Maya, what is this?” I asked, my voice filled with disbelief.
“Listen, Mila. You’ve been aiming too high. You need to start from the bottom, work your way up. This is your shot.”
I hesitated, but deep down, I knew she was right. I had no other options.
I agreed, and together, we set up my profile for the job.
As I returned to work, my mind kept drifting back to the man on the road. Those silver-grey eyes that had caught me off guard. I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
Who was he? And why couldn’t I shake the feeling that our paths would cross again?f
