What's this? Two uploads in two days? Could it be that I'm actually going to finish this story sometime before I graduate?

The tour went as well as could be expected with a school Weiss didn't care about. All of these schools were more of the same- even with their different rankings and specialisms. They were all selected by Weiss' father, sister and overly interested "family friends". Weiss' only acceptable majors were Business Management, Law, anything Medicine, and Politics. Weiss, ever the daydreamer, had secretly sent applications to art schools on the east coast, Rhode Island School of Design, NYU and Parsons being her personal favourites. When they visited New York for the traditional family winter break, Weiss was planning on sneaking away for a few hours to visit these schools- and a few others.

The campus was nice, there was no denying that. Winter and Stefan pointed out plenty of interesting features, naming buildings and talking about the history of the school. Her mind kept wandering back to the video.

After the tour- about two hours later- Weiss and Winter were sat outside an office. Weiss had a quick "meeting"- supposedly an informal interview that Winter had set up with a professor. Weiss knew it was just a formality- if she wanted in, Winter would make sure she got in.

But she didn't want in.

"What's wrong," Winter said as they sat in the car later. The partition between them and Andre, the driver, was up and classical music softly piped through the speaker system.

"Nothing."

"I know you. You're never this quiet unless something's happening." Winter glanced at her baby sister. "And you also wouldn't be checking your phone this often."

Weiss silently groaned. She had been checking the BE Facebook page more than usual, but only because she was scared they'd posted the video. They were still silent. But then her mind had gone into the "Are they posting elsewhere?" Territory and she'd spent about an hour trawling ever social media account she could think of, looking at their following and followers. Nothing anywhere. She was also constantly texting Yang, who had basically become her mother over the past 24 hours.

"Well?" Winter was still waiting for a response.

Weiss looked down at her phone in her lap again. "Nothing's happening. I'm just busy."

Winter pursed her lips, but didn't push the issue. Instead she pushed the button to talk to Andre. "Take us to the next burger drive-thru you see, please, Andre," she said and turned back to Weiss. "So what did you think of UC Berkeley?"

Weiss took her time answering. "It had a lot of history."

Winter nodded. "Did you think you'd like to study there?"

Weiss shrugged. "It ticks all the boxes you and Father set. So there's that."

They pulled up at McDonald's. Winter ordered a Fillet-o-Fish meal with a small Fanta, and Weiss ordered a spicy Veggie burger with large fries and a large Coke.

After a while, Winter spoke up again. "You know, Weiss, I never wanted to go to Berkeley. My heart was set on Columbia."

Weiss looked at her older sister, jaw dropped. "Are you serious? You never even suggested it!"

"I knew Father would never agree. Besides, it's my job to be the responsible sister. I had to set a good example It's too far away and I had to be here for you."

"Columbia's a good school, though! Why wouldn't he agree?"

"You know him. Listen, don't try to reason."

Weiss did know. She breathed deeply, looking out of the window at the dark starry sky. The start were tiny pinpoints on the navy velvet sky, light pollution from the city blocking them out.

"I know when you're avoiding something, so you'd better start talking."

"It's nothing, really."

"Is it about college or… life?"

Weiss sighed. "A bit of both, at the moment."

Winter nodded understandingly. "I heard about Cardin. Are you okay?"

Weiss shrugged. "It is what it is. We weren't good together."

"That's all?"

"What else would there be?"

"It just seems so sudden, is all."

"Well, it's not. I was thinking about it for months."

"What made you pull the trigger?"

Fear of ending up like Mother, Weiss wanted to say. Not wanting to become our parents. Him being a cheating, abusive asshole. Instead she said, "It just felt like the right time. I need to be more serious about life, and it felt like we weren't moving forward together."

Winter didn't ask any more questions.

The rest of the journey home, Weiss was either daydreaming or on the verge of nodding off. She caught herself dozing at least three times. When they finally arrived home, around 1am, the only people around here the house staff. She said goodnight to her elder sister and headed up to her room.

Inside, she plugged her phone in to charge. It had died about an hour previously. She saw two new messages from an unknown number. The first read, "hey Weiss. Just checking in. If you need anything drop me a text. Or a call. : )" And the second "This is Jaune by the way. I don't think we ever swapped numbers so… yeah. Give me a text back. Or something."