Author's note: I know I kinda screwed Ozpin up for some people in ASoRVC, but I will assure you that in this story, Ozpin will have a MUCH less antagonistic role. He will actually be very helpful. I won't tell you how, but I'll tell you that he'll help. Anyways, here's chapter 2! Sorry it took so long :/ School SUUUUUCKS

I wake up the next morning, and I immediately feel the overwhelming sadness hit me like one of Yang's punches: hard and fast. My eyes tear up, and it becomes very hard to see. I sit up in my bed, wipe some of the tears away, and look around. Everyone else is sleeping. This surprises me since normally Blake is up before me. I'm actually glad that no one is up yet, since they won't be able to see my tears. I fall from my bed silently, being careful not to wake the sleeping members of my team. From where I landed, I can see Blake and Yang's beds perfectly, but not mine or Weiss's. I turn around to look at Weiss who is asleep like all of the others. Her face is contorted in pain and sadness, but she still looks so beautiful. She's having a nightmare. I walk up to her bed and sit down next to it for a while. I take her hand in concern for how she appears while also taking in the features of her face. It will be the last time I'm able to do this, so I might as well make the most of it. I have no idea how I'm going to face her later today. I don't know how I'm going to keep from crying. Who would follow a leader who is constantly crying? I know I wouldn't. That's why I need to steel myself for them. I need to be strong.

I'm torn from my musings as I notice Weiss stirring in her bed. She stops moving after just a little bit, her face still showing pain from the nightmare she's having. On an impulse, I lean forward and kiss her forehead.

"It's going to be okay…" I whisper more to myself than to her. I lean back to the position I was in before I kissed her forehead and notice that her face is visibly calmer now. I smile, optimistically thinking that I was somehow a cause of that smile even though I know I probably wasn't. I get up from beside Weiss's bed, get a new change of clothes, and walk towards the bathroom, turning around one last time and looking at her before entering. I turn the handles of the shower, remembering the exact degree that I turn the knobs so that the temperature can be perfect. After checking the water to make sure I was right, I quickly undress and step into the shower. The water calms me down almost immediately, but I can still feel the pangs of hurt and remorse deep inside. Things are going to be hard. I'm not going to be able to just play it off like nothing is wrong. I can't just pretend. I'm going to have to confront her about it… But when? I can't just go out and say that I'm in love with her in front of everyone else. What would they think? How would it look? I decide to leave that for another day. I finish the shower quickly and dry off, and I put on the spare set of clothes that I brought with me and walk out of the bathroom to a still quiet room.

"Well, it looks like I'll be getting ready today by myself. I'll let them sleep in a bit. Remnant knows they need it." I walk over to my things and grab what I need for the day's classes. It's only five o'clock in the morning, so I have some time to kill I once again steal a look at Weiss's sleeping form before walking out the door, letting some tears fall from my eyes once again. I hear some movement from inside the room and hurry along, shutting the door behind me.

I walk to the training rooms and then go straight to the lockers. I get to my locker, input my combination, and grab Crescent Rose. The training arena is empty and quiet; perfect for training and getting my mind off of Weiss. Of course I bring Weiss into my mind when I'm trying to get Weiss out. The arena is lined with training dummies on the outside of the main arena when there are no matches going on. Now is no different. I head back out to the main arena and struggle in positioning five dummies in a circle around where I will be training. Eventually, the dummies are in the position I need them to be: surrounding me on all sides. I perform some quick attacks, swinging Crescent Rose around me with grace. I hit all of them multiple times, each strike different from the ones before it. Minutes that seem like seconds pass me by, just attacking these poor, defenseless dummies. The quick strikes take my anger and frustration with them. Things have been tough lately. I have a lot of pent up anger and frustration. These poor dummies… Just because I'm angry at something else.

I slow down my body's momentum and stop swinging Crescent Rose. I look around at the dummies, taking in everything I missed when I lost myself to the feeling of battle. A certain pattern on one of the dummies catches my eye. It looks like a big "W" across the chest. Other symbols start appearing to me soon after. One letter on every dummy. One word that kills me inside: Weiss.

"Ugh! Even when I'm attacking things I can't even get my mind off of her!" I yell at no one, but everyone at the same time, like a prayer to whatever god there is that decided I needed to fall for the one person I could never have. I awaited for some response, hoping anyone would have heard me and come to help me.

"Now what's all this commotion about? Surely you're not making a mess of the school's facility." I turn around to see Professor Ozpin standing at the edge of the room, next to the door, and leaning on his cane, looking somewhat amused, but at the same time concerned.

"Of course not, Professor Ozpin. I just… I've been dealing with something recently. It's… it's complicated. And painful." I look anywhere but at Professor Ozpin's face. Although I wanted someone to come talk with me about this, I never thought anyone would, so I'm nervous about talking about it still. I'm still not sure what to do.

"Is it miss Schnee?" I say nothing, but I turn away from him, hiding the blush that gives it away. "Ah, I see. So it is. I can't tell you much, but I can tell you this: 'If it meant to be, it will be. Don't waste your time on something that will only be temporary. That being said, shoot for the stars. Just don't get kicked back down into the dirt.'"

"What does that mean, professor?" I ask, confused.

"It means don't give your entirety to something that isn't worth it in the end. You can have dreams, but don't let them kill you if they don't go how you planned." I let that sink in, taking in the meaning of each and every word. Questions cross my mind. Questions like is this worth it?, What if it's not meant to be?, and what's going to happen if I shoot for the stars and miss?

"... Thank you professor…" He seemed to contradict himself, but at the same time, it made perfect sense.

"I can tell you'll need some time to figure out how to move on from here. I'll leave you to it. Have a nice day." He turns from facing me and walks out the door. The sound of the door closing almost mutes the room. No sound can be heard. For how long? I don't know. All that I know is that the silence is deafening, and my thoughts are racing. One topic enters my head, but is immediately replaced with another. They share a common theme. A sort of pattern. "What if…?"

What if I give up and miss my chance?

What if I don't give up and end up hurting myself?

What if she never accepts me?

What if she does?

What do I have to gain?

What do I have to lose?

Nothing. I have nothing to lose that hasn't already been lost. I won't give up just yet. Not when I see at least a glimmer of hope. It will be hard. There's no doubt about that.

I won't give up.

I won't give up.

I won't give up.

Finally, my voice breaks the almost never-ending silence.

"I won't give up on you, Weiss."

Author's note: Well, that was pretty fun to write. Sorry it took so long. School started and immediately took off. Whoever said senior year of IB is easier than Junior year is full of crap. It's been a week and I've already had 3 quizzes, a test, and an essay due. Top that off with a metric butt-ton of homework, and you can see why writing has been taking a bit. So… yeah. As you can tell, I'll be busy this year. Updates will, I repeat, WILL happen. Just… not super often. I'm trying a hard as I can. Thank you all so much for reading!