"Yang?" She heard Blake say softly from behind her. Letting out a sigh, Yang rolled onto her back, rubbing her tired eyes with her metal hand. Opening her eyes she stared at the plain white ceiling above her. So it was going to be another one of those nights. Knowing she wasn't going to be sleeping at all, Yang sat up, throwing her legs over the side of the bed. She brushed some of her blonde hair from her eyes as she stood up.
She grabbed her scroll off the bedside table, checking for the first time since before everyone left. She had several messages and missed calls. Most of them from her sister. Almost all of them the same. Asking if she was okay or telling her it would be alright. She let out a sigh, throwing the device onto the bed. "She's worried about you Yang. They all are."
Yang walked over the the railing of the loft where her bed was, looking out over the main area of her apartment. a few lights were still on, but it looked like they tried to pick up before they left. The small party that was supposed to help take her mind off it had been a disaster. Everyone probably thought she was crazy now. Hell, maybe she actually was. Blake leaned against the railing next to her. "Nobody thinks you're crazy, Yang."
Yang let out a hollow chuckle. She hated how Blake was always able to read her thoughts. Yang popped up off the railing, moving downstairs, ignoring Blake. It was all she could do on nights like this.
She moved into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator. The light from it illuminated the nearly dark kitchen, causing the brawler to squint. Once her eyes adjusted, she reached in, grabbing the carton of milk out of it. She opened it, taking a few quick drinks of it before putting it back. All the while Blake was leaning against the island, worried expression written across her face. "You know I hate it when you ignore me."
Yang bit her lip as she clenched her hands tightly. The gears in her right hand could be heard straining under the tension. She was getting tired of this. "Well why wouldn't I ignore you!" Yang finally shouted, turning to the girl. She wore a hurt expression across her face. "You are making me go fucking crazy, Blake!"
Blake looked down, clutching her hands into her chest. Yang felt a pang of guilt in her heart, but it didn't matter. "Yang, I…"
"no Blake, you don't exist anymore!" The Blonde bit her lip before turning around, her voice softening. "Just let me mourn in peace."
Note: Yeah, I Know. This is in my oneshot collection, but I have plans to add a continuation of this. Thus making it no longer a one shot. In any case, I do hope y'all enjoy.