"Today, world champion Payson Keeler,"
"In a tragic accident, Payson Keeler.."
"Word has yet to reach us yet on how the death of Payson Keeler came about."
Payson Keeler, Payson Keeler, Payson Keeler. The name kept ringing in his head. After flipping through every channel on the television and hearing nothing but that name, Sasha Belov finally turned the television off. It was too much to bear, and he didn't have time to hold himself together. He needed to be at The Rock in ten minutes, to do what he couldn't do for himself for his gymnasts.
He threw the remote on the couch and began to walk across the parking lot. As soon as he stepped out the door of his trailer, he saw an unfamiliar car in the parking lot. He approached the door of The Rock and turned the handle to find it unlocked. There was a light on in his office, and he saw someone with dark brown hair sitting the spot he usually occupied.
Sasha walked up his office steps and opened the door. As he did, the person turned around, and gave him a grave smile.
"Hey Sasha. Sorry for just waltzing in, but I figured under the circumstances, you could use all the help around here you could get."
Sasha might have smiled in relief at the sight of his old friend Marty Walsh, but things were different now.
"Marty," Sasha said with a casual nod of the head.
"I'm sorry for your loss. I know you and Payson shared a bond that few people have experienced." Marty replied.
"Thank you," Sasha said, as his mind drifted away from the present.
He was standing in a corner of The Rock, remaining unnoticed by the flawless performer in from of him. He had been waiting for months after her recovery for Payson to perform like this again, and she was finally the awe-inspiring gymnast he remembered. As she finished and turned around, she noticed him standing there.
Wide smiles crossed both their faces as she exclaimed, "Sasha, did you see it? My routine, it was perfect!"
He replied with just as much excitement, "Payson, what have I been telling you all along? You can do this, you are going to win gold at the Olympics, and we're getting there together."
With this, he picked her up in a huge hug and twirled her around. He felt so comfortable and honest with her in his arms, like no secrets could lie between them.
He put her down, and without any warning, she kissed him. At first he didn't commit but after a few seconds, he placed his arms around her waist. It was a soft, gentle kiss, nothing less than perfection.
Looking back, he knew it was wrong, but i just all felt so right. But it didn't matter anymore. Because right now, she was gone, and Sasha Belov had no one.
A/N: Hello! This is my first attempt at something more original and I don't know if I'll continue it or not. It was fun to write though, and if you guys want me to keep going, I will. Review, it would mean the world:]