Weiss Schnee strode amid a bustling throng. Her long, silky alabaster hair swayed behind its well-kept ponytail. Chin upped. Cold, pale blue eyes fixed on the railway despite the indiscernible ache in her chest.
Taking a deep breath, she was now perched beside it. As the sound of the approaching train grew louder, she braced herself. Stepping forward, her eyes gazed at her savior.
This was it.
And with her usual confident schtick gone, she jumped, her frail body cobbled by the unstoppable steel.
Then, she opened her eyes.
"—bout the feeling of not being able to cope," a voice vaguely registered to her. "And the desire for a way out of their problems."
Weiss blinked a couple of times, focusing on her sense of sight. Three more and she was able to discern her notes on the table with her left hand holding a pen, ready to take notes for the class—or was.
"Who is prone to become suicidal is still a big question," the voice now Weiss could acknowledge as Professor Ozpin's continued its drone. "What reasons might a person have to contemplate suicide?"
She heard his cane tapping on the wooden floor as he strode around his class. Weiss chose to get her bearings. She could feel her stomach churn as reality came back to her. What did she just see? It felt too real.
"What words come to mind to describe a person who might contemplate suicide?"
Weiss felt the professor's presence in front of her and it didn't leave. She looked up and saw Professor Ozpin's thin brown eyes behind his shaded black spectacles on her, seemingly expecting an answer from her.
Swallowing, Weiss forced her voice to come out as steady as she could.
"Guilty?" she said.
The professor nodded. "The person contemplating such action might be, yes." Professor Ozpin continued his strides around the class as her classmates tuned in and Weiss tuned out.
She did not fancy today's class.