A/n: first story forgive my bad writing. I tend to think faster than my hands move and i have dyslexia. You can imagine my work i a bit Jumbled.
Yang pov
She was so slient. I was always wondering what was going on in that head of hers. I don't know how she does it I would have cracked in the first two minutes. Probably with a well placed and punny joke.
She's mysterious the shadows are her home; and all I want to do is read her like those books she likes so much.
At first I'm not going to lie. I was uncomfortable. We are just so different. But Blake ... She's amazing it's like fate had us stuck together. There was always something that just wouldn't let me give up.
I so glad i didn't. She has a lot of walls; but I'm good at breaking walls. She has a lot of breaks; I'll hug her in till all the pieces got back together. She adorable all though she will never let you see it.
She my kitty cat dressed as a panther. I will always to be her sun dragon. Even if it just so she can put down her walls for a while. Let someone else guard her heart. Even if its just keeping her safe form zwei.
It's strange I've never been this close to anyone before. I mean I've always had friends but this is more. There's Ruby but thats different. Blake is...
Blake is home.
Blake pov
You know we are nothing a like me and Yang. She's always so excited , so happy , and its makes me feel happy and excited too. Especially when all I have ever felt in life was boredom.
She's always surrounded by people. She has so many friends and now there my friends to. It doesn't have to be just me anymore.
I guess what im trying to say is she changed me.
It's not just me alone in the world any more. Im not alone with my books or lost in my thoughts. Not in some hideout working for the white fang because its the only place i fit in.
Im with Yang.
I trust her. That's something I haven't been able to say in so long. It has never felt this way before. I just know no matter what she will be there for me. That if I fall she pick me up.
If I cry ; she will clean my tears.
Adam was different he was survival.
Yang is living.
She's the hot to my cold, sun to my moon; the light in my darkness.
I don't know what this feeling is but i never want it to stop. Yang is ...
Yang is home.
A/n: short i know. Sorry