Thought this was a little open ended and a good thing to wrap up. Hope you all enjoy!

Jaune stepped forward into the familiar patch of open grass surrounded by trees and vines. It was decrepit and slightly spooky, like something you'd see in a horror film right before the blond girl gets nabbed by the killer. It was just as quiet, too. The wind rustling through the leaves of the trees and the occasional chirp of a bird was the only sound that made its way into Jaune's head. He wasn't a fan of the quiet. He always preferred having something in the background like small chatter or soft music. The quietness always made him feel like something would pop out at him at any moment.

Jaune felt saddened the second he entered the grove. He knew exactly what this place was, exactly what it meant to him, and exactly who rested before him. Someone dear to him. Someone who meant the world to him. The slab in front of him was starting to get covered in moss and surrounded by tall grass, with a small chip in the bottom left of the headstone. Jaune shivered, feeling as if the small crack on it was his own soul. He wished he could preserve the grave as much as he could, taking a moment to wonder if there was some kind of dust to preserve items. To keep nature from destroying this place of rest.

"Hey, Pyrrha..." Jaune winced at his own words. It had been so long since he said her name. Pyrrha. Pyrrha. Pyrrha. He kept running it over in his head, as if it would somehow bring her back. Jaune still couldn't believe she was gone. When he set out from Beacon's ruins, he thought he may never be able to come back and see is dearest friend. He wasn't sure if that was good or bad. It would just bring back memories from a time he couldn't revert back to. And yet here he was, seven years later standing before her again. "I'm back. I hope you're happy to see me." He slowly sat down in front of the grave.

Jaune's voice was remarkably deeper. Jaune mused that if Pyrrha could hear him, she wouldn't believe it was the same idiot she liked all those years ago. He let out a sigh and stared up at the sky. It was sunset, with the rays coming in through the leaves onto Jaune. His armor hadn't changed much and neither did his appearance. He got a little taller and a bit more muscular, but besides that, he still was astonishingly the same.

When his head dropped back down to the small rock in front of him, he reread the entire message. Here lies Pyrrha Nikos, Mistral Champion, warrior, and friend. Gone, but not forgotten. Jaune wasn't sure how he felt anymore. Was he still in love with Pyrrha? Should he devote himself to her memory or move on from her? He wasn't sure the answer of that, and probably wasn't going to find it for a long time.

But Jaune still couldn't wrap her head around the meaninglessness of it all. The fight. The death. The fall. It all seemed like Pyrrha was giving up by the sound of it. Like she just gave up and decided "Hey, if I don't feel like living anymore, I may as well go down swinging." Jaune tried his best to keep away from thinking of a suicidal Pyrrha. The thought that she knew she would die, and did it anyway, made him feel even worse. He switched his thoughts over to the scenery around him, wondering if he would get eaten by an Ursa while he was moping.

Another thought that came through his mind a lot was if she meant the kiss she gave him. He wondered if she even liked him at all. That the only reason Pyrrha kissed him was for the hell of it, since she'd be dying in a matter of minutes anyway. Jaune prayed she truly did. He never asked his teammates if they knew anything about how Pyrrha felt. He didn't want to be disappointed if the answer was no. He'd rather stay ignorant than feel even worse.

"Hey Jaune." He heard a melodic, almost unnatural voice call to him. He raised his head up suddenly, wondering if what he heard was real. "Jaune?" The voice called again. It sounded like Pyrrha.

"Is... Is that...?" He asked the gravestone, only to be interrupted by a hand on his shoulder.

"Jaune, buddy, you with us?" He shook his head to get out of his dreamy state and realized it was Nora calling him. Figures, he thought. It was too good to have Pyrrha talk to him form the afterlife. "We're glad we caught up to you finally." The sound of footsteps behind them let Jaune know the rest of his team was behind him. They all had taken a journey back to this place of rest to visit their dear friend. Jaune was too excited to wait and went off ahead of the team, just to get a little alone time with his greatest friend and companion.

"Just thought I'd say hi first is all," Jaune smiled up at Nora. It wasn't forced or fake either; Jaune had finally been able to smile. Sure, it took him a long time and a lot of trying, but he was finally able to forgive the world for what it had done to him. This caused a small chuckle from Nora.

"I wasn't complaining Jaune-y, you two were the closest after all." That was another thing. Jaune never felt like he'd throw up when someone mentioned her death anymore. He finally coped with it, and although he wished more than anything that Pyrrha was still here, he accepted it. He couldn't do a thing about it, but that was okay. Jaune would live out his life free of trying to hide from it. If there was some kind of afterlife, Jaune knew Pyrrha would be waiting for him there. He assumed there was and left it at that.

Jaune turned and looked at all of his friends. There were some new ones and some old ones, and Jaune knew he could trust all of them with his life. But he focused on those who knew Pyrrha. Those who were with him from the time they met to the time she died. There was four of them, the one's who knew just how much the blond knight loved the redhead. Ren and Nora stood out the most from the crowd. But there were others, like Ruby, who lived through this crazy ride and stood by his side now.

He could almost here the ending music of his life playing in the background. The kind of song that's sad but comforting, with words that had real meaning. The kind you always hear at the end of movies or video games when the main character's story was done, nothing more to add to it. Jaune thought of that song that played during their dance all those years ago, when he danced all night in a dress with the beautiful redhead. Sure, Jaune wasn't dying right now. But he knew this was the end of his epic tale. His wild stories would end after this, and that's all they'd be. Stories. A small smile grew at the corner of his lips, glad to know he was done, that the world was cleansed of evil after so many years of loss and sacrifice.

Jaune stood up and smiled down at the grave, reading its words one last time. Who knows, maybe this could be the last time he sees Pyrrha's resting place for the rest of his life, and Jaune was perfectly fine with that. She could live on in his dreams. "Goodbye, Pyrrha."