She stared at the simple slab of stone in front of her, still slightly in shock over what had happened. For nearly six years, she was the greatest huntress in all Remnant. She was one of the few who had managed to achieve all she had dreamed of. Now, however, she lay there, forever entombed on the snowy cliffside besinde another tombstone.
"Weiss?" someone nearby called. "Come on. We need to go."
"Yeah," Weiss replied softly, even as fresh tears began to fall.
"Weiss? Come on," Yang said.
"It's not fair," Weiss said. "All those battles, all those Grimm she felled, and what gets her? Sickness. A damn disease!" The white-haired heiress fell to her knees. "I loved her, Yang. Loved her! And now she's gone! After all she and I went through together! I deserve to be the one in there! Not her!"
"Weiss, don't say that," Yang chocked out, clearly starting to cry herself. "Ruby wouldn't want you to be like this,"
Weiss sat there, gently sobbing into her hands for several minutes before finally muttering, "I should have done more."
"You did everything you could, Weiss," Yang said as she wrapped her arms around Weiss. "Even with all the power of the Schnee company, you're still only human."
Weiss stared at the stone again. "You know what the worst part is?" she said, still sounding hoarse. "Even after the way I had treated her when we first met at Beacon, her last words were a reminder that she loved me."
"At least you got to remind her that you love her as well," Yang said, her voice remaining steady in spite of the tears falling from her eyes. "Not many people get that chance."
Weiss coughed out a laugh. "You know, if she were here, she'd wouldn't even care how cold it is. She'd be too busy caring for me to worry about her self."
"Yeah," Yang replied choking out a laugh as well. "And you'd caller a dunce and tell her that she's going to catch a cold."
"Yeah, Just one more reason i'm going to miss her," Weiss replied sadly.
"Well, at least you have something left from her," Yang said, nodding to the small bulge in Weiss' stomach.
"Yeah, I guess I do," she replied with a small smile. "Pretty amazing what technology can do."
"Come on," Yang said, as she stood and offered a hand to Weiss. "We really need to get going."
"I'll be there in a moment," Weiss replied as she took Yang's hand.
With a sigh, Weiss turned back to Ruby's grave, which sat just beside her mother's, and read it one last time.
Ruby Rose
Beloved Sister, Friend, and Wife
Red like roses fills my dreams and brings me to the place you rest
A/N: As many of you has already heard, Monty Oum, the creator of the series that we are all here to add our own stories to, has unfortunately passed away. I wrote this to sort of honor him. May he rest in peace, and may his family find some degree of solace in knowing that he was well loved by everyone in the community.
See you folks next time.