Hey look...a 2nd chapter. This will not be updated very fast at all. Just some side project of mind. Still I hope you enjoy and look forward to your reviews.

Kicking off her shoes as she walked into the foyer of the house Yang sighed. Seeing Blake again was amazing, yet at the same time heartbreaking. Falling asleep most nights she dreamt of when they were together, wishing things could have ended differently.

The house was dark and quiet as she tiptoed her way to her bedroom. Reaching the hallway, Yang was sure she was in the clear, but a soft, drawn out creaking defied her hope for solitude.

"Yang? What are you doing up this late at night?" Her sisters half asleep voice filled her ears. Turning, she faced Ruby, who stood in the doorway rubbing her eyes to adjust them to the dark.

"I-I went outside to have a smoke." Yang stammered, hoping it would be enough for Ruby.

Squinting her eyes and pouting, her little sister made it clear she did not believe her. "You have not smoked in years. What is going on?" Pressing further into the situation, Ruby crossed her arms. "You saw her didn't you?"

Closing her eyes, Yang nodded slowly as she leaned against the wall. Ruby knew all too well what had happened back then. How Yang had resorted to different means of relieving herself from her mind. From weed to cigarettes, beer to liquor. Everything she could get her hands on she tried it. Something she herself knew she'd regret.

"Yang..." Her sister's voice broke the silence of the house, "please...don't let her hurt you again."

Ruby watched as Yang composed herself and headed to her room. The clicking of the lock told Ruby that she was done talking for the night. The thought of Blake being back in town meant nothing but bad news to her. If she sees her, she is going to have some choice words for her.

Turning back around, Ruby headed back to bed. Flopping down on her mountain of pillows while she mumbled to herself. "She has no reason to speak to Yang. She burned that bridge long ago."

Yang fell into her bed with a heavy thud. Unlike her sister who had a very soft mattress, she needed one that was a lot thicker. As she lain on her back facing the ceiling, memories of her break up with Blake welled in her head every time she tried closing her eyes.

"Really Yang? That is your career choice? There is no security with it!" Blake yelled at her girlfriend. "I know you have wanted to start your own band since you were little but you can not seriously be this thick headed."

Yang rubbed her arm up and down as Blake unleashed her pent up aggression. This wasn't new to her as Blake has made a habit of it. When they started dating freshman year she was sweet, kind, and honestly more quiet.

The day she told Blake of her ideal career choice it started there. The fights happened more often, usually ending with both of them giving the silent treatment. She should have seen it coming but she wanted to pretend all was well.

Blake meant no disrespect to her, but she refused to listen to her. She kept telling her she needed something with job security.

"Blake you know this is what I have wanted to do since we became friends all those years ago." Yang had finally had enough of it. "You are my girlfriend! You are supposed to support me not diminish my dreams."

To the normal eye it looked like one of their usual fights, but somehow this one was different. Both of them looked tired, neither one budging from their stances.

"If you can't stand by me and support me then leave!" Yang yelled at her.

Blakes head dipped low for a brief moment before she looked up again. "If that is what you wish. Good luck with your childish dream Xiao Long."

As Yang watched Blake walk away she didn't care. She got rid of the negativity in her life she should be happy. As the first tear started to roll down her face her heart told her she wasn't.

When Yang returned home that day she felt a shell of her former self. She never heard her dad's greeting as she trudged to her room and shut the door. She didn't mean to say that but dammit Blake was being stubborn. Blake had always had her best interests at heart, but that blinded her from really helping.

She pulled out her phone and brought up Blake's contact info. Her thumb hovered over delete before pressing the call button. The line slowly began ringing as Yang's heart pounded in her chest. She wanted to apologize for yelling, but wanted to let Blake know that she has made up her mind.

Soon there was a click on the other end. "We are sorry but the number you are trying to reach has been disconnected. Please try another number."

Her heart dropped to her gut as soon as the first words left the speaker.

It was a memory she absolutely hated. Every moment she despised with a passion, that Blake had broken up with her for something so simple as a childhood dream that she made come reality. She wished she could turn the clock back to that day and start over.

Across Vale Blake gazed out of her apartment window. In all the years she has not seen her, Yang had not changed one bit. She felt the bed softly creak as her husband rolled over in his sleep. She looked over at him and smiled, but the guilt inside of her made it hard.

"Why do I still have to love her?"