Weiss tried in vain to catch her breath after an exhausting run trying to catch Blake. Obviously her efforts had been totally vain. Not only the black haired girl was much more trained, but was also more familiar with the city. It seemed that she herself were part of the shadows that covered Vale's alleys.
Sighing , she begun to walk again without a clear destination, with her heart beating with frantic rhythm and her lungs struggling to breath in air. She looked around, observed the life that went on around her. When her eyes stopped on a couple who was hugging she mentally gave herself a slap.
Blake and her had quarreled again, because of something stupid Weiss didn't even remember. And yet again Blake had gone away.
Even if the thing bothered her immensely, she had to admit that during their quarrels she behaved like a too spoiled child, haughty and know all. Actually she was only worried for her girlfriend, just that.
She continued to think and rethink of where the other girl could be, when suddenly a place came to her mind.
Weiss begun again her crazy run, passed the port, the station, the park and arrived in a dark and humid alley.
Blake had told her about it, one time. There, there was an abandoned library with a huge amount of interesting books or so that was what the words of the black haired girl said.
She scanned the façade of the building centimeter by centimeter till she saw an open window. Guessing her companion would be within ear's reach, she called out.
«Blake!»
A mane of night black hair and a pair of gorgeous golden eyes peeped from the opening. Blake's initial stupor, however, soon muted in nuisance. Her face was bent in a bored grimace and her tone was harsh.
«Go back to the dorms Weiss, let me be.»
And without saying anything else she vanished behind the sill once again.
Weiss then decided to try all for all and started to intonate a song.
Going back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move
Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand
Saying, "If you see this girl can you tell her where I am?"
Well, technically Blake wasn't lost who knows where, she was still within voice reach, but if someone is physically near they aren't necessarily near with the heart.
And they hadn't even met there, but the books had equally been malicious guides of their first encounter.
Weiss knew that those words didn't hold much sense in that situation, but she was sure Blake would understand what she was trying to tell her.
Some try to hand me money, they don't understand
I'm not broke I'm just a brokenhearted girl
I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do?
How can I move on when I'm still in love with you?
"Move on" wasn't exactly the most appropriate term, but it didn't matter. No broken hearts, no campings at the corner of the street, no photos, just a huge desire to feel her scent and hold her in her arms once again.
As soon as Blake heard the word "love" she overlooked from the window. The image she found in front of her was maybe the most beautiful she'd ever seen: Weiss was singing with eyes closed, red still present on her cheeks because of the run, hands over heart. Much time had passed since she'd heard her sing for the last time.
The sweetest smile curved her lips.
'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street
So I'm not moving
I'm not moving
She wouldn't move until Blake decided to come home with her. And would've never let go of their love, no matter what and how.
And Blake, now, had all the intention of going with her. Knowing that the algid and haughty heiress had gone so far as to serenade her had melt her heart.
Policeman says, "Girl you can't stay here"
I said, "There's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year"
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows
If she changes her mind, this is the first place she will go
That was really the first place Blake would chose to shelter. She'd always done it, since her mates mistreated her because of the colour of her skin and, even if Weiss had discovered her "secret", she was glad someone ha d finally managed to tear down the walls she had built around herself.
Weiss would've waited for her, always however, for the entire eternity if it was necessary. They were in love and there wasn't anything that neither of them could do to stop it.
'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet
And you see me waiting for you on the corner of the street
So I'm not moving
I'm not moving
I'm not moving
I'm not moving
People talk about the girl
Who's waiting on a girl,
There are no holes in her shoes
But a big hole in her world
Maybe I'll get famous as the girl who can't be moved
And maybe you won't mean to, but you'll see me on the news
And you'll come running to the corner
'Cause you'll know it's just for you
I'm the girl who can't be moved
I'm the girl who can't be moved
Not Weiss nor Blake were capable of imagining a world without the other; their hearts were beating in unison and it would've been hard, if not impossible, making them lose their perfect synchrony.
In the end, despite their anger towards each other, despite all their quarrels they would always reunite in a warm and comforting embrace. Each of them would feel safe in the arms of the one who would've given her life for the other.
They were a bit like black and white, complete opposites but united precisely by their diversity.
'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we meet
Oh, you see me waiting for you on a corner of the street.
Letting the last note roll off her tongue in a whisper, Weiss opened her eyes and looked hopefully towards the window. Her heart sunk and ceased beating.
No one was overlooking from the window.
She started crying, beginning to consider the idea of having crossed the limit. Blake had gotten tired of her and ignored her, she had been stupid and Blake was clearly telling her to leave her alone.
A low voice, but warm and almost soft brushed against her ear, while a pair of strong arms encircled her waist.
«Why are you crying, princess?»
Poor thing, the heart of the girl with eyes of ice, it didn't have a moment to rest.
«B-Blake?» she hesitantly asked.
The same reassuring and quiet tone. «Yes?»
It really was her and Weiss started laughing, while new tears streamed down her face. «Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.»
It was so pleasant staying in the warmth of that embrace. She leaned her head on Blake's shoulder so that they were cheek to cheek then, with extreme gentleness, she brushed against her lips with a kiss.
Azure eyes met golden. «Peace?» the snow haired girl asked.
«Peace» the other responded, reciprocating the kiss. «Let's go home now, it's getting late.»
«Yes» Weiss answered taking her hand. «Let's go.»