CONTENT WARNING: The following work contains graphic depictions of one or all of the following; abuse, rape, self-harm, drug addiction, and suicide. Those who suffer from depression or who do not desire to read depictions one or all of the above-mentioned topics should not read any further. If you have ever committed or experienced the desire to commit self-harm or suicide, please seek immediate professional help
Reader's POV:

Your eyes flickered open for the briefest of moments as a loud banging on your door pulled you out of the darkness.

"(F/N)!" You heard someone call from outside.

Your cognitive abilities were functioning just enough to register the voice was female, although you couldn't identify it. You heard the lock on your door click and saw a figure step into the room. Upon seeing you lying on the ground, they rushed towards you. You fell back into unconsciousness. The next time your eyes opened, you saw the same person kneeling in front of you, her eyes filled with panic as they switched between your barely conscious form and the empty bottle of pills and alcohol lying next to you. Once again, your eyes close, drifting back into the darkness as you slowly teetered on the edge of life and death.

"Hello. Yes, I need help, my friend... he... he took some pills."

Your eyes open lazily once more. The person has her back turned to you, her scroll up to her ear. You try to move one hand to reach out to them, but your arm is too heavy. Instead you disturb a few of the bottles lying next to you.

"Please, just hurry. I don't know how much... oh my God." The sound of the bottles draws their attention and they turn to face you. "Hey, hey it's okay (F/N). I'm here. You're gonna be okay."

You feel a warm hand placed upon your cheek, their thumb tenderly brushing under your eye. You look up to try to identify the person kneeling in front of you, but your mind is still clouded. Their face is obscured and their voice only vaguely familiar, all probably due to the sleeping pills. Still, only one person has a key to your apartment.

"Weiss?" You breathe quietly. You reach up to try to touch her face, but once again it falls in midair, too heavy to lift.

Weiss takes your hand and holds it close to her chest. "Shh, it's okay." She soothes. "You're going to be okay. Just stay with me."

Your eyes grow heavy again, beginning to close.

"No, hey. (F/N), stay with me." You feel a wet splash on your face as one of her tears rolls down her cheek and off her chin. "Please." She sobs. "Don't leave me."

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The sound of distant voices and a steady rhythmic 'beeping' reaches your ears. You can see light from behind your eyelids. Your eyes flicker several times before opening completely. You're lying in a soft bed dressed in a hospital gown, an IV drip in your right arm. You can feel a small tickling sensation coming from your left arm, your ears registering the sound of light, peaceful breathing. You roll your head to the side to see Weiss' sleeping form in a chair next to your hospital bed. Her head is resting on her folded arms which lie on your bed, her light breathing tickling the hairs on your arm with every exhale. Your vision is still a little hazy, obscuring Weiss' figure. Blinking several times, the world starts to come into focus. As your vision begins to clear, Weiss' white hair slowly turns to red, her white dress becoming a brown corset, the long sleeves of her bolero jacket changing to opera length gloves.

"Pyrrha?" You ask quietly, somewhat confused.

You try to push yourself into a sitting position, but your body feels like lead. The sudden disturbance causes Pyrrha to wake. She inhales deeply before lifting her head, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and giving a small yawn. Her eyes widen when she sees you awake, and in a flash her arms are wrapped tightly around your neck as she throws herself onto you in a big hug.

"(F/N)!" She says in relief, her voice shaky. "Oh, thank God. I thought... I thought you might not wake up."

"Pyrrha?" You ask, gently pulling her off you. You try once again to sit up, only to fail.

"Here." Pyrrha says, quickly helping you into a seated position.

You look around the room, taking in the new surroundings. It's a small room, just the one bed and chair. A heart monitor is set up to your right, connected to a small device on your finger. There's a tube leading from your arm to a bag which is being fed by a variety of different drips. The clock hanging over the door reads 10:34 am. "What happened?"

"What uh... what do you remember?" She asks somewhat nervously.

"I uh... I don't know." You say, rubbing your aching head. "It's all really hazy. I remember, I was on my way back from a mission. I had just landed at Beacon and was going to go see..." Your voice dies in your throat as you remember all that had transpired. "Weiss." You finish quietly, tears now starting to form in your eyes.

"(F/N)." Pyrrha says gently. "I am so, so sorry."

"Pyrrha, what happened?"

"I um... I saw you rushing out of the dormitories." She says, averting your gaze.

Flashback:

"It looked like you were upset, so I tried to call out to you."

"Oh, (F/N). What did Weiss say?" Pyrrha asks, seeing (F/N) leaving the building.

(F/N) brushes past her and she can see tears in his eyes.

"(F/N)?" Pyrrha asks.

Suddenly Weiss runs past her, calling after (F/N). She watches in confusion as (F/N) increases his pace and escapes Weiss on a bullhead headed for the mainland.

"After the bullhead took off, Weiss went back to her room. I didn't know what had happened, so I followed her to ask."

"Weiss? What happened?" Pyrrha asks.

Weiss doesn't appear to have noticed Pyrrha, instead passing by her once again. Her eyes are out of focus, almost like she's in a trance. Pyrrha blinks several times in confusion before turning and following Weiss inside. By the time she makes it to Team RWBY's dorm, she sees Neptune quickly exiting the room, nervously looking over his shoulder, checking to see if anyone's watching. The door slams shut and Pyrrha hears the lock turn. Her heart breaks for (F/N). She doesn't need to ask what happened.

Present Day:

"I tried checking in on you later, but you didn't answer your door. I figured you just wanted to be left alone. But when you didn't answer any of my calls yesterday, I got worried."

"How'd you get in?" You ask. "You don't have a key."

"I used my semblance." She responds. "I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't've, but I was really worried. You wouldn't answer the door or any of my calls, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. But when I got in, I saw you just lying there, and you weren't moving and... (F/N), why would you do that? How could you even think about doing that to yourself?"

You feel guilty as more tears start to fall from Pyrrha's eyes. You have no answer for her. Instead you look at your hands folded in your lap while Pyrrha calms down.

"Pyrrha, how long have you been here?" You ask, noticing her smudged make up and disheveled hair.

She sniffs. "All night."

"Has uh... has Weiss been here?"

Pyrrha's face falls slightly at the mention of Weiss' name, but she quickly recovers. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, she stopped by last night."

Flashback:

"Where is he?" Weiss asks, rushing through the hospital doors and running up to the front desk.

"Ma'am, please calm down." The receptionist says. "Who are you looking for?"

"My fiancé, (F/N)." She says quickly. "Is he okay? Is he hurt?"

"Weiss?"

Weiss turns at the sound of her voice. She sees Pyrrha walking towards her.

"Pyrrha." Weiss sighs in relief. "Pyrrha, where's (F/N)? What happened to (F/N)?"

"Weiss, what are you doing here?" Pyrrha asks, pulling Weiss' hands off her shoulders.

"I'm (F/N)'s emergency contact, the doctors called me." She explains. "But they wouldn't say what was wrong. What happened to (F/N)? Can you take me to him?"

"You mean you don't know." Pyrrha asks, growing angry.

"Know what?" Weiss asks in frustration. "No one will tell me anything. I've been on the phone for the past hour trying to figure out what happened, but the doctors won't tell me anything even though I'm (F/N)'s fiancé. They refuse to..."

Weiss is rendered silent as Pyrrha smacks her across the face.

"Your fiancé?" Pyrrha asks indignantly, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "(F/N) tried to kill himself because of you!"

"What?" Weiss breathes.

"Don't think I don't know what happened! I saw Neptune leaving your room! And yet you have the gull to call him your fiancé."

"But I..."

"Tell me, why was I the one to find him? Half dead and sitting in next to a bottle of empty pills! Why didn't you find him sooner and stop him? Why didn't you run after him and make sure he didn't do anything rash?"

"I tried, but he..."

"So he hopped on a bullhead." Pyrrha scoffs. "You should have boarded the next one, not sat in your room in a pile of self-pity."

"I know." Weiss says quickly. "I know I messed up, but I'm here now, so please, please just take me to him."

Pyrrha takes a minute to calm her breathing before responding. "No." She answers.

"What?"

"No. You don't get to see him."

"Pyrrha." Weiss begs. "Please, I just want to talk to him."

"Too bad." Pyrrha says angrily. "You didn't care about him enough to stop him from doing this to himself and now..." Pyrrha covers her mouth with her hand and turns her back on Weiss, tears falling from her eyes.

"Pyrrha?" Weiss asks, voice thick with dread. "Pyrrha what happened?"

"(F/N)'s in a coma." Pyrrha replies weakly.

"What?" Weiss asks, taking a step back.

"The pills he took, they put him in a coma. The doctors don't know when he'll wake up."

"I..."

"Just go away Weiss." Pyrrha sobs. "Go back to Neptune like you've been doing for the past however many months."

"But..."

"Just go."

Weiss gives Pyrrha one final sad look before doing as she says and walking back out the doors of the hospital.

Present Day:

"So, you wouldn't let her see me?" You ask as a doctor finishes checking your vitals.

"I know it wasn't my place, but I..."

"Thank you."

"What?"

"Thank you." You repeat. "I don't think I'm ready to see her. I know I should be angry at her, but I'm not. I'm just... I don't know."

You and Pyrrha sit in silence for a few minutes before Pyrrha speaks up.

"You still love her, don't you?"

You don't answer. Almost as if on cue, the doors burst open and Weiss rushes into the room. She immediately drops next to your bedside and takes you hand in hers. Your eyes flicker down to your mother's ring sitting on Weiss' finger.

"Thank God." Weiss cries. "It's okay (F/N), I'm here now."

"Weiss..."

"Shh, it's okay. I've talked to the doctors and they said you're healthy enough to leave. I'm going to take good care of you, I promise."

"Weiss." You repeat, this time a bit louder.

"What is it?"

"Please leave." You says quietly.

"What?"

"Leave." You say again.

Tears start to fall from Weiss' eyes as she rises to her feet in shock. "But I..."

"Weiss." Pyrrha says, also standing. "I think you should go."

Weiss looks from Pyrrha back to you. You avert your gaze, determinedly looking anywhere but the woman standing in front of you. Nodding sadly, Weiss turns and slowly makes her way towards the door.

"Wait." You call out.

Weiss stops and turns around, quickly making her way back to you a hopeful look on her face.

"I'd like my mother's ring back." You say, still not looking at her.

Weiss slowly removes the ring on her finger, her hands shaking. More tears fall from her face as she understands what you're saying. It's over. Placing the ring on the table next to the bed, Weiss exits the room. As the door closes, tears start to slowly fall from your eyes and roll down your face.

"(F/N)." Pyrrha says softly. "I'm sorry."

"Pyrrha." You say softly. "I think I want to go home now."

Pyrrha nods and leaves the room to go grab one of the doctors.

Time Skip:

Checking out of the hospital, Pyrrha escorts you back to your apartment. Opening the door, you're greeted with your home in a complete mess. Broken shards of glass litter the floor, alcohol bottles are scattered around the place, and there's a hole in the wall where you threw your couch. Tossing your jacket into the closet, you slowly step further into your apartment, followed closely by Pyrrha. Sighing, you move to the kitchen and retrieve a large garbage bag from underneath the sink. Carefully stepping around the broken glass, you begin retrieving the many beer bottles that appeared in your apartment over the past few days, tossing them into the bag.

"Do you have a broom?" Pyrrha asks.

You point to a door which leads to your laundry room. Nodding, Pyrrha fetches your broom and dustpan and begins sweeping up the shards of broken glass. Bending over, you pick up the larger pieces of the broken mug lying on the kitchen floor. Moving into the living room you toss the torn pictures of you and Weiss into the trash bag as well. You make your way to the largest collection of bottles in the apartment, the wall against which you were slumped just yesterday. Getting on your knees, you begin cleaning up. It doesn't feel like you're doing anything, your hands working on their own as they toss bottle after bottle into the large black garbage bag, some empty, others full. You suddenly stop as your hands grab the last in-tact picture of you and Weiss. Your first kiss. Your other hand finds the empty bottle of pills on the ground. The pill bottle goes in the trash, but the picture doesn't join it. Instead, you rise to your feet, leaving the trash bag on the floor. Resetting your couch and coffee table, you place the picture of you and Weiss on the wooden table and leave it there.

"I'm going to take a shower." You tell Pyrrha.

"Okay."

Making your way through your bedroom to the adjoined bedroom, you turn on the shower. The steam starts to fill the room as the water grows hotter. Tossing your clothes in a pile on the floor, you step into the stream of warm water. As you begin to rub shampoo through your hair, you begin to realize just how surreal the world seems, how distant it all feels. Your world has come to a complete stop, yet everyone around you keeps moving. How could Weiss do this to you? How could she just throw away everything the two of you had together? And for what? All the time and effort you put into your relationship, all the love you held for her, she just went and traded it all in for some five-minute thrill. You fall to the shower floor as tears begin to pour from your eyes. Without the welcoming arms of death or the numbness provided by the drugs, all the pain returns.

Huddled at the bottom of your shower for another thirty minutes, you eventually run out of tears to cry. Shutting off the shower, you dry yourself and get dressed. Wiping the fog from the mirror, you examine your features. It looks like you could use a shave. Opening the cabinet behind the mirror, you're about to reach for your razor when you stop. Sitting next to the shaving cream is another bottle of pills. With a shaking hand, you slowly retrieve them from their place in the cabinet, closing the mirror afterwards. You twist the lid and open the bottle, looking inside. There's definitely enough to do the job. Is it worth it? Your heart still aches as if it's been cleaved in two. Your hands shake as you stare at the bottle.

"(F/N)?" You hear Pyrrha call from outside the door. "What do you want me to do with the garbage bag?"

Why does she want to know? It's not like it matters. Nothing really matters, not anymore.

"(F/N)?" Pyrrha asks again, her voice more concerned.

The handle twists and the door opens slowly. Pyrrha pokes her head in to make sure you're decent. As she sees you staring at the pills, she rushes inside and quickly grabs them from you.

"(F/N), what are you doing?!" She asks concernedly. She reads the labels on the pills before dumping them all in the toilet, flushing them. "That's it, I'm staying."

"Pyrrha, you don't have to..."

"I'm not leaving you alone (F/N). I'll call Nora and have her bring my things over, but I'm not letting you hurt yourself. Not again."

Time Skip:

"Pyrrha, you don't have to stay." You say for what feels like the one hundredth time. The sun has begun to set, and your apartment has been restored to its original state.

"Yes, I do." She argues back.

"But what about Beacon?" You ask. "You'll fail the advanced program. You can't afford to be looking after me."

"That doesn't matter right now." She answers, getting to her feet to answer a knock at the door.

You sigh and bury your head in your hands as Pyrrha has a whispered conversation with Nora who is standing outside your door. Taking the bag with her things, Pyrrha closes the door.

As the sun falls behind the horizon, you bid goodnight to Pyrrha who has set herself up to sleep on your couch. Closing the door to your room, you pull off your clothes and toss them into a hamper in the corner of the room. Pulling on a pair of loose shorts, you lay down in your bed and close your eyes.

Sleep never graces you with its presence. No matter how much you toss and turn you never manage to get comfortable. Rolling over, your hand automatically searches for the warmth of Weiss' body. It takes a second for your exhausted brain to remember why she's not there. Once you do, your heart grows heavy. Sitting up, you throw the blankets off your body. Falling asleep isn't going to be possible, not now anyways. The bed is far too large for you alone, and Weiss' absence only serves as a painful reminder.

Turning on your bedside lamp, you get out of your bed and walk around to Weiss'... the other side of the bed. Another matching nightstand with several small drawers sits next to the bed. On top of it rests two earrings, silver with blue gemstones sitting in the middle. Opening the top drawer, you find some of Weiss' personal affects; a few more sets of earrings, a silver pendant you bought for her on your one-year anniversary, one of her hair pins. In the bottom drawer are clothes; her pajamas, undergarments, and several pairs of tights. With a heavy sigh, you close the drawer and move to your closet. Sometime in the middle of sophomore year, Weiss had grown fond of a short glittering dress which faded from blue to a pale blue towards the bottom, just one of the many gifts you'd bought for her. Her white dress she had hung in your closet should she ever need a spare outfit.

You take the white dress from its hanger and sit back on the bed. You hold the soft fabric on your lap as you stare down at it. Warm tears fall of your face and begin to stain the dress. Gritting your teeth, you clench your fists around the dress and hold it up, burying your face in it. You inhale deeply, the fabric still carrying her scent. Your breathing becomes choppier as you silently sob, the dress absorbing your tears. Opening your mouth, you release a strangled cry which one might akin to the sound of a wounded animal. Your chest feels like it might cave in on itself.

You're not really sure when, but at some point, you had stripped the sheets off your mattress. Having rolled them up tight, you had tied a noose and slung it over the door, tied to the handle on the other side. Placing your head through the loop, you stepped off the dresser which you had used as support. You immediately feel pressure on your neck, cutting off your air supply. Your body spasms, feet kicking against the door as you suffocate. The lack of air makes it feel like your blood is burning, but it's nothing compared to what it's doing to your brain. Deprived of oxygen, the brain slowly starts to shut down. As it does, the pain in your chest goes with it. Everything's about to go black when the door to your bedroom bursts open and you're suddenly breathing again. You involuntarily gasp for air. Looking up you see Pyrrha standing over you, the bedsheet in her hands. The sound of you kicking the door must have awoken her and gotten her attention. She doesn't say anything, but the tears which freely fall from her eyes are enough to burn your insides with guilt.

"I'm sorry." You sob, looking into her large green eyes. "I just... I don't want to hurt anymore. I can't... I... I..."

Pyrrha drops to her knees and wraps her arms around you, holding you close. You grip her shoulders, your lifeline, and bury your face in her chest as you continue to cry.

"It hurts Pyrrha." You choke out. "Why? Why does it hurt so much?"

Pyrrha tries to soothe you the best she can, placing her cheek against your forehead as she strokes your back.

"I...I just... Why? Why would Weiss do this to me? Why would she... why would..." The rest of your words are lost as you lose to ability to make any sound other than cries of pain.

Time Skip

Pyrrha's POV:

After the events of that night, I had moved my things into (F/N)'s room to sleep on the floor. Everywhere he went, I made sure to follow. I was right outside the door when he used the restroom. Since the shower could mask the sounds of another suicide attempt, I sat inside with my back turned.

(F/N)'s will to live seems to have completely left him. He just spends his days sitting on the couch with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, just staring at an old picture of him and Weiss. It's not healthy. His eyes used to be so... alive, and full of light. But the light's gone now. All that's left is an empty shell of the man I used to knew. I don't even know how long it's been since he last moved from that couch. I have to beg him just to get him to eat anything. I stay awake at nights to make sure he doesn't try to hurt himself, but he doesn't move. He just sits there, continuing to stare at that picture until he falls asleep. I think he sleeps. To be honest, I really can't tell. His eyes are so dark that I could mistake them for being closed in the darkness.

A few days into this and I hear a knock on the door. Keeping one eye on (F/N), I stand and go answer it. My blood boils as I see who stands outside. What was she doing here? Hadn't she caused enough damage?

"Weiss, what do you want?" I ask, standing in the doorway.

"Pyrrha?" She asks in shock. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm looking after (F/N)."

"Why?"

Looking over my shoulder to check on (F/N), I see him still sitting on the couch. Stepping out into the hall, I close the door behind me, making sure to keep my ears open for any signs of movement coming from within.

"How is he?" Weiss asks.

"Weiss, you need to leave." I say quietly, but forcefully.

"Not until I know (F/N)'s okay."

"Why do you think I'm here?" I whisper shout. "It's because he's not okay. He doesn't sleep. He barely eats. All he does is sit on the couch and stare at some picture of the two of you."

"He does?" Weiss asks, her voice quivering. I can tell from the look in her eyes that she knows exactly what picture I'm talking about.

"Weiss, do you have any idea what you did to him?"

"I know what I did was terrible." She says, hanging her head in shame. "But I want to move past that. I want to make things right."

"You can't make it right. Not this. Weiss, what you did to him. It broke him."

"Then let me fix him." She begs.

"You can't!" I shout, finally losing my temper. "(F/N) tried to hang himself just a few days ago. And the day before that I caught him staring down another bottle of pills."

"What? No, let me see him." Weiss cries, trying to get past me.

"No." I say firmly, pushing her back. "Weiss, what you did absolutely disgusts me. And I don't know that I'll be able to forgive you for what you've put (F/N) through. But I'm telling you as a friend, both yours and (F/N)'s, you need to leave, otherwise, you're just going to hurt him again."

With that, I turn and walk back inside, closing the door on her. I look over to the couch to see (F/N) still sitting there, staring at the same picture. He shows no sign of knowing that it was Weiss outside his door. No sign at all, except for a single tear rolling down his cheek.

Time Skip

Third Person POV:

It had been a week since (F/N)'s return from the hospital and two days since Weiss' unexpected visit. Pyrrha was still keeping an eye on him, but she was running low on steam. Staying up all night was really taking a toll on her and she desperately needed some sleep, so she had enlisted the help of her friends.

Getting up from the couch to answer a knock on (F/N)'s door, she stood back to allow Nora and Ren to enter. The two of them looked after (F/N) while Pyrrha took a much-needed break. Nora chatted (F/N)'s ear off, telling him a bunch of crazy stories about how she and Ren single handedly defeated an entire flock of Nevermore. Ren tried to lift his spirits by making him his world-famous pancakes. When evening came, the two left, once again leaving (F/N) in Pyrrha's charge. Two days later, Yang, and Blake stopped by so Pyrrha could shower and take a rest. They had also delivered a stack of assignments for Pyrrha, so she could keep up with her school work while looking after (F/N). Next was Jaune and Ruby's rotation. The two brought a new television to mount on his wall, more for Ruby's entertainment than his. And on it went. For the next week Teams JNPR, CFVY, and RWBY (minus Weiss) all helped to look after (F/N).

"Hey (F/N)." Jaune said about halfway through the second week. "I'm uh, I'm really sorry about what happened." He says. "Look man, what happened between you and Weiss, it really sucks. Trust me, the rest of her team is giving her the silent treatment, and Neptune's team, well, I think they tossed him in the ocean a couple of times." Jaune chuckles weakly and nervously glances at (F/N) before sighing. "I won't pretend to know what you're going through. But I do know this. Pyrrha, she really cares about you, ya know? We all do. And we're here for you as long as you need us but... Pyrrha, she can't keep doing this. She's gonna run herself into the ground if she keeps this up, and even then, she still won't stop. So, try to get through this, alright? If not for your own sake, then for hers."

Just then, Pyrrha steps out of (F/N)'s room, her hair damp from a recent shower and free from its usual ponytail. She's wearing a simple pair of jean shorts and a black and white floral print off the shoulder t-shirt.

"Thanks, Jaune." She says. "I'll take over for the rest of the night."

"Yeah, sure thing Pyrrha." Jaune claps (F/N) on the shoulder before walking out the door.

Pyrrha is about to sit down when (F/N) stands up. Dropping the blanket on the couch, he walks through his bedroom and into the bathroom. Pyrrha follows, sitting on his bed until he's finished. She's surprised when she hears the shower turn on. He hasn't showered in over a week. Quickly moving to the door, she's surprised to find it unlocked. Poking her head in, she sees (F/N)'s silhouette behind the shower curtain, his arms raised as he scrubs his hair. Smiling to herself, she closes the door and returns to the living room.

Twenty minutes later, Pyrrha is sitting on the couch doing some homework when she feels the couch dip. Looking over, she sees (F/N), hair clean, recently shaven, and in a new change of clothes. He leans forwards and picks up the picture of him and Weiss. Maybe it's because it's been two and a half weeks, or maybe it's because of what Jaune said, but (F/N) gets to his feet and moves to the kitchen, dropping the picture in the trash before returning to the couch. Without the picture to look at, (F/N) instead stares at his lap. The golden light of the setting sun creeps in through (F/N)'s window, bathing the room in a warm glow.

"Thank you Pyrrha." He says quietly.

Pyrrha opens her mouth to say something, but no words come. Instead, she simply nods her head. Pushing her homework aside, she picks up the television remote and looks at (F/N).

"Do you want to watch a movie?" She suggests.

(F/N) doesn't respond, but she takes that to mean yes. Selecting a random movie, she sets it to play. (F/N)'s eyes still seem empty, but they look up nonetheless, his deep (E/C) eyes reflecting the colorful images flashing across the screen. Pyrrha simply smiles as she watches (F/N) for a few minutes before turning her attention to the movie as well.

Time Skip

Reader's POV:

You wake up the next morning as the light of the shining sun hits your eyes. You try to move your arm up to shield your vision but are surprised to find it pinned to your body by some unknown weight. Looking down you see Pyrrha's sleeping form leaning against your body, her head on your shoulder and her long red hair sprawled out on your chest. You brush a few stray strands of hair behind her ear, causing her to stir.

Her eyes open. Still heavy with sleep, her green orbs meet your (E/C) ones. Her mouth opens slightly as she tilts her head up towards yours. Leaning down, you gently cup her cheek and close your eyes as your lips meet in a soft embrace. Pyrrha inhales deeply and releases a small moan of pleasure, wrapping her arms over your shoulders. Leaning backwards, she falls onto the couch, pulling you down with her. Pyrrha's beautiful red hair spreads out on the pillows, like a gorgeous sunset. Her large green eyes are full of passion and desire... and love. Lowering your head, you kiss her deeply. Your embrace quickly becomes heated as your tongues meet in an elaborate dance. You feel Pyrrha's hands pulling at the bottom of your shirt, causing you to take pause. You pull away from the kiss, Pyrrha's eyes full of concern, worried she'd gone too far or moved too quickly.

Is this right? Is this really what you want? You were barely two weeks out of a relationship and here you were, with one of your best friends, about to make love. What would happen if you continued. Was this just some fling or was it something more? You knew what it would mean for Pyrrha. But if it didn't mean the same thing for you, it would crush her heart. And what about Weiss? How would she feel if she knew you were just jumping into something like this, something you had always held as the highest form of affection, something that was, for you, only the most intimate way of showing your love? What would Weiss think? Quite frankly, you didn't care. Screw Weiss. Screw closure. This, right here, it felt right, more importantly it felt real. Unlike Weiss, Pyrrha was never hesitant to show you just how much she cared. She made you feel happy, and special, and most importantly, loved. And suddenly everything became clear. It was Pyrrha. It was always meant to be Pyrrha.

You reach down and pull your shirt over your head, causing Pyrrha to relax. Leaning back over her, your lips met yet again, and this time you showed no hesitation. As you lips continued their dance, you pull Pyrrha onto you lap and into a sitting position, her legs falling on either side of your body as you slowly ran your hands up her back, riding her shirt up. Lifting her arms, Pyrrha allows you to discard the article of clothing. The two of you break your kiss, breathing heavily. Resting your forehead against hers, the two of you begin to laugh lightly. Holding Pyrrha under her legs, you rise to your feet, Pyrrha wrapping her legs around your waist. You slowly start to make your way to your bedroom with Pyrrha in your arms, the two of you staring into each other's eyes wearing identical smiles.