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Jaune leaned against the window of the train he was in, simply aching as he sightlessly stared at the landscape slip by.

Not that it would have been seen anyway with the tears that were blurring everything.

He was hurt.

He wasn't bleeding or bruised, he didn't have so much as a scratch.

But he hurt so much it was almost unbearable.

Jaune, for all his shortcomings, liked to think he was a decent guy with a fair shot at pretty much anything.

Now though?

He knew someone up there hated him, or at least loved watching his pain.

Jaune had been with her for years, even staying together after Beacon.

They fought, won, lived, laughed, loved, and lost together.

So when they started dating, it really seemed like nothing needed to change. His friends had teased them but they took it in stride and everything was great. Jaune went on to hold classes in tactics and battle strategy at a nearby academy, and she kept on being one of the best huntresses ever.

And he was happy, despite all the time she was gone, he felt they more than made up for it when they managed to get time together.

It was cold and Jaune hunched into his coat, trying to keep the cold snow from sending chills deep into his body. He looked around and hoped there was a place he could dry off and call a cab. He smiled when he saw a cafe and moved towards it when he noticed someone.

He blinked and rubbed at his eyes only to confirm that she was indeed there.

So when he saw her sitting in the cafe during one of her 'assignments', he was understandably confused.

'Okay.'

Then some person, some guy he had never even met before sat with her and she greeted him with a smile.

'Oh please... You're not...' he pleaded as she blushed at something he said.

A tendril of dark suspicion and unease crept into his stomach and wormed a uneasy course into his chest.

Then they kissed.

'...'

He didn't lose it.

He didn't scream.

He didn't even feel mad.

He turned and walked away, all the way to the apartment they shared.

He barely even felt the chill due to the heated hurt curling in his veins.

Usually he would call her when he got home, just to check in and see how she was. Then again, he knew she was doing great, from what he saw. He woodenly went through the motions of lighting the fireplace of their living room and sitting in front of it. He let the heat slowly chase some of the chill out of his body and clothes. When he finally felt a bit thawed out he leaned back and stared at his hands.

"Hm..." He hummed.

He took everything he owned, stuffing them into the bags he kept when he occasionally went traveling. He made sure to pick up everything he could. He grabbed Crocea Mors first. Then he took out the small photo album he had purchased and took out his photos and the ones that meant something to him before stuffing them in the bags. He tore himself out of the photos he took with her and crumpled his smiling face before tossing them in the the fireplace. He took half the money in their joint account and then abruptly made a new account to put it in, changing the passcode and making sure it was secure. He took a pen and paper out and wrote a message before folding it and placing it on the center of thei... her bed.

He took a look at the room that had been his place before blinking as though remembering something, "Oh, right."

He took a small box out from his drawer that he planned to give her when she came home next.

Oh well.

He didn't need it or want it now.

He placed it on the slip of paper and made his way down the stairs. He took a deep shaking breath and walked out the door, locking it.

He then removed the key from his keyring and slipped it under the door. After that he made his way to the academy and promptly resigned - much to his boss' confusion - booked the fastest train ticket he could get and walked to the station. He sat for three hours in the empty station until people filed in.

He curled in slightly, uncomfortable by all the people ambling around him, he really didn't want anyone to recognize him.

He looked at his scroll and realized he need to change the number, it was still one she knew, oh well. He simply blocked her number and a few of the ones he knew she could 'borrow' from someone on short notice and shut it off.

He drummed his fingers on his ancestral blade's sheath, a nervous habit he had never been able to stop. His train pulled up and with a sigh, he climbed on and made his way to an empty compartment. He stored his bags in the overhead compartment and slid into his seat.

Then he finally gave in to his tears.

Anyone want more?

Okay so I have 2 ideas,

1. You can vote as to who cheated on Jaune and I write a chapter from their point of view. [Poll will be set up on profile page].

Or

2. Introspection of cheating GF after her cafe date.