So this is a story I wrote I over ten years ago but I am completely redoing it. It's a story that is very close to me. There is going to be a little inspiration from RWBY. I do not own any Final Fantasy characters or lyrics from and RWBY songs.
"Red like roses fills my dreams and brings me to the place you rest"
Cold, amber eyes gazed down at the marble headstone before her as the beholder thought of what could have prevented this death. Angelic wings adorned the back of the gravestone; a trademark of the deceased. No more tears could be shed from this death since all the tears have fallen years ago. She pulled her black hood closer to her face from the freezing snow blowing in her direction. The cold didn't bother her like it did when she was a child. Though her heart felt like it was frozen. The only person she was close to has been dead for nearly five years. Ever since her loved one died, she felt like something withered in her heart.
"Tell me, sister, can a heart be turned to stone?" she asked softly.
Of course she would get no answer. All she could hear was the wind blowing and the dead silence of the graveyard. The snow began to fall heavier as bigger flakes covered the headstone. When her older sister was still alive, she knew that her parents, especially their father, loved her sister the most. They treated her like a princess but her sister didn't act like one. She wasn't stuck up or prissy but kind and loving. Her older sibling loved her dearly and would play with her all the time, especially in their mother's flower garden. Her sister also cheered her up when she was upset and tried to make her smile no matter what, even giving her the nickname Rose since her hair was the color of a red rose. The smiles left the day her sister died.
She closed her eyes then turned away from the grave as memories flooded back to her. She hung her head low while heading back to her home. She thought back to her childhood, recalling her parents doting on her older sister. Their father gave her sister everything she could ask for while she usually received the hand me downs. When her sister passed away, she left home and decided to be on her own, not wanting anymore grief from her parents.
As she walked, the snow crunched beneath her boots and the freezing snow tinted her cheeks a rosy red. Her opening eyes adverted to the snow covered ground, noticing specks of red. She quirked a brow then kneeled to have a better look. Dragging her fingers against the substance, she brought her fingers close to inspect it. The coppery smell of blood hit her nostrils.
"The hell?" she said under her breath.
Looking up, she could see a trail of blood leading up a hill. She immediately stood up and followed the blood splatter. Once at the top, she saw where the trail ended and what the source. Her yellow eyes widened when she saw a man lying in the snow with a cut across his face. She rushed to his side while taking off her coat to cover him. She placed a hand on his cheek to feel he was freezing cold. Her heart nearly stopped, hoping he wasn't dead. She felt for a pulse and thanked God. He was still alive but he wouldn't be for much longer if she let him stay out here.