It's a Wonderful Life
Weiss had it all. Money, fame, power, but all of it paled in comparison to her friends. Years had passed since they all met, and the bond between the four of them had grown to be unbreakable. Weiss loved them all; they were always there whether she was at her best or worst, every high and every low. Not once did any of them say that they had had enough, couldn't take it anymore, that they were leaving. In return, Weiss gave the same kindness, understanding, and love that they had all shown her.
First, there was Yang. The girl who really put the "hot" in to "hothead." She and Weiss didn't exactly start off on the right foot, as Weiss had originally mistaken her to be a little shallow. When she learned to accept that Yang just had her own way of showing that she cares, they managed to get along for the most part. Weiss couldn't help but feel her relationship with Yang become a little strained at times, more so than with the other two, but they always bounced back one way or another. As time went on they both became more adaptable to each other's personalities, and any tension between them had long since dissolved.
Then, there was Blake. The quiet enigma. Even now Weiss didn't think she knew all there was to Blake, but what she did know was comforting. The girl was kind, caring, and understanding in all matters, if you could get through to her. She still didn't talk much, but with a presence like hers she didn't need to. Something about being around her was soothing and calm and she could defuse the worst situations simply by being there. It was a strange ability to have, but by no means unwelcome. Weiss was honored to be one of the few people Blake called "friend."
Lastly, there was Ruby. There were so many things Weiss felt about this girl, and not all of them could be put into words. Ruby was her first and best friend, and the person who taught her what it meant to truly love another. Ruby was her hero; she had saved her after all those years of loneliness. Weiss would stay by her side for the rest of her days if she asked it, and she would anyway if she didn't. Her bed was too cold whenever she didn't have Ruby hugged to her chest, and so every night they would lie together, contentedly feeling their hearts beating as one.
A door opened, casting light into a dull room. A small girl in dirty, raggedy clothes sat in the middle, like she always did. She was surrounded by her dolls, like she always was. One yellowed with age. One that was completely black from when the other orphans had stolen and colored all over it. The last with a small red rag tied around its neck, clutched to the chest of the girl like it always was.
"It's dinnertime, sweetie."
The girl looked up into her cracked mirror, her only other worldly possession. She was met with bright blue eyes and long, dirty, unkempt white hair. "Okay." She said, and took the caretaker's hand.
A/N: Looking back on this after a few days, I really should have made it longer. More happy stuff about Weiss' imaginary life to give the gut-punch that much more impact. Not really worth doing now though since the chance to get that initial feeling is lost after the first reading. Oh well, guess I know to be aware of that for any future stuff.