Objectively.
Sure, objectively. That would be the word Weiss would use to describe how she intended to make it through this time where her and Blake were on a break.
The first few days she took it for what it was, an opportunity to delve into studying and focus solely on school and nothing else.
That's not to say she didn't think of Blake once. That wasn't true at all. In fact, she found her mind drifting to her more often than not.
There was no denying that she was angry and upset with Blake, but every time she thought of her, it was a memory or something that still managed to make her smile. And Weiss couldn't decide if that was infuriating or relieving. So instead of having to make that decision, she threw herself into her schoolwork and studying.
One day after class, she makes plans to meet up with Coco to get coffee and study for exams in the library.
"You're handling this oddly well, you know." Coco says, looking over at Weiss skeptically. "I mean, if I were in your shoes I'd probably be an emotional mess."
"I don't have time to be a mess. Graduation and exams are too close. I can't lose sight of my goals."
"And Blake was never a part of any of those for you?" When she says it, there is a slight tone of incredulousness in her voice.
Weiss stops in place, unsure what Coco is trying to say.
"I mean, I assume Blake is supportive of my goals, like I am of hers. Which is why we needed to take a break."
"No. What I'm saying is, when you think of obtaining these goals and moving on to newer ones in the future, where is Blake in there? Is she, and your relationship, not one of your goals?"
"I'm still not quite sure what you mean."
"Weiss, what are you doing after graduation? Did you just expect her to take a job across Remnant and you two would just continue to live happily ever after? I think you and I both know that the world doesn't work like that." Coco take a long drink from her coffee mug. "I get that you want Blake to prioritize her schoolwork but maybe it wasn't a bad thing that she also prioritized your relationship over making a decision that would've impacted both of you, without discussing it with you first."
"Still, she worked so hard to get where she's at and I didn't want to stand in her way. And she promised me she wouldn't allow me to and she broke that promise."
"No offense, but you sound scared to accept that maybe there is something in this world more important to you than success and business."
"Excuse me?" Weiss furrows her brow and sets her coffee down a little too hard on the table in front of her. "Blake is very important to me. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for her if she asked."
"So what you're saying is that you would do whatever it takes, to make sacrifices. But if Blake does it, it's not okay. Because she broke a promise to you in the process?"
"Well it's different because I lo-" Weiss cuts herself off and clears her throat. "It's different because Blake assumed that she would've had to go to Vacuo without me. And I would've gone without a thought."
"Does she know that?"
At this point, all Weiss can do is huff out a deep breath and accept defeat in her battle of words with Coco.
That night, Weiss puts a vinyl on her record player and plays it just loud enough so that it can cover the sound of her crying as she falls asleep.
And the next morning when she sees Blake for the first time in over a week, she is stunned into silence. She does her best to keep her face emotionless as the few seconds of eye contact between them feel like an eternity and not long enough all at once.
Blake was dressed for her board interviews, and she looked amazing. Weiss wanted more than anything to just tell her right then, but she refused to allow herself to give in.
She sits her exit exams. At some points she feels uneasy. Only because exam material covered topics that she had studied for with Blake. Occasionally it made her smile when she thought of the funny ways Blake had helped her remember certain terminology or phrases. But most times it made an ache run through her chest.
She missed the sound of Blake's voice, her laugh. The way her hair always smelled like lavender and a little hint of vanilla. She missed all the ways Blake made her feel by just being… Blake.
As she walks out of the exam room, she turns on her phone and checks her messages. Finding she has one from someone she definitely didn't expect to. Yang.