Part one.
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Early morning. Their bedroom.
Jaune was alone right now, while Yang and her dad were somewhere outside, doing some training.
He himself was looking through the window, and doing bits of thinking here and there.
The sun's rising.
He noticed the faint, yellowish glow in the far distance, which ever so slowly started grow bigger and stronger. As well as it stretched closer to him, and in a way, it almost looked as if the scenery, the infinite whiteness of early winter before him was being engulfed in gold. A truly beautiful, brilliant color, which soon reminded him of her.
Pyrrha.
A brilliant gold suited her perfectly. She had a golden heart, and she exuded brilliance in everything she did. He truthfully believed that, and moments later, little waves of bittersweet warmth washed over him.
He was genuinely glad to have known someone as amazing as her, even if her passing away was so brutally painful and difficult to accept and live with.
You'd be an amazing huntress, Pyrrha.
He didn't have a single doubt about that.
Actually, you already were.
He corrected himself, and then sighed. That bittersweet feeling growing just a little bit stronger, but he let it be for a while.
He wanted to remember. To reminisce of her, and to simply let the memories of her remind him that she too, was a big part of his life. And that even in her passing away, she'd always be in his heart, and in his memories of her.
"…"
He thought of her a little longer still.
…
He fell flat on his back, and felt defeated in more ways than just one.
She sheathed her weapons, and then offered him a hand.
He hesitated to accept it. "Pyrrha, I-"
"I'm not giving up on you." She cut him short. "And you shouldn't give up on yourself as well," She said sternly, but then her features relaxed, and her lips came to be that so familiar, encouraging smile. Her emerald green eyes brimming with genuine expectation.
"Damnit, Pyrrha," He said with a wry grimace, and then accepted her hand. "It seems that these days I can't even pity myself in peace. You really are a tough partner to have."
"Sorry." She apologized, and helped him to his feet.
He cracked a smile. "Oh, well, it's not good to wallow in self-pity anyways, right?"
"Exactly." She smiled back.
"But how about just a little bit of self-pity every once in a while? I can afford at least that much, right?"
"Oh, Jaune…" She shook her head, a wry grin across her lips. "You're a tough partner to have as well, did you know that?"
He scratched his head, his expression sheepish.
She sighed, but a moment later let out a vibrant chuckle.
…
He remembered with bittersweet fondness, and then let the memories of her fall back to the depths of his mind. And his blue was fully focused now, and he fixed it not so much on the sunrise, but rather the endless line of the horizon.
He imagined the world outside the one what he knew, and in doing so, he thought of them.
I wonder, how you guys are doing right now?
He asked himself, and his eyebrows furrowed in worry because he didn't know. After all, the extent of their communication for the last eleven or so months was just a single letter they sent. And even then, they didn't really go into any great details about their journey up until that point. They only mentioned it was extremely difficult, but honestly, that was a given.
At least all of them were still together.
He thought to himself, and wished that nothing had changed about it even after he, Yang and Tai had received their letter. A mere thought of losing either of them made his heart clench painfully, and he then closed his eyes, and forgot how to breathe for a moment.
Just don't think like that. They all are still fine. Just fine, okay?
He tried to reassure himself, and luckily, when he opened his eyes, and his blue was met with the sunrise again, it helped him to somewhat ease up. His grim thoughts backed away, and he could breathe just fine.
Even so, however, he still couldn't help but to feel restless, perhaps even guilty about the fact that his dearest friends were out there, doing their best to do the right thing, even risking their lives and maybe facing impossible odds while he…he was just here. Admittedly, living a good life with his love and her dad, but it, it somehow just didn't feel right to him anymore.
He did know there was a big part of him which absolutely didn't want to let go of the good life he was living right now. To put it simply, he didn't want to risk losing it. Most of all, he didn't want to risk losing her.
Because I know she'd be coming with me if I said that I want to go and look for them. No. She'd be coming with me no matter the reason or place I'd go to.
He was absolutely sure, and as much as it warmed his heart, such notion most certainly scared, or even terrified him.
But even so…
He really was getting restless. To simply live a good life while his friends were trying to better the world.
Damnit.
A brief moment of frustration, he sighed and then pressed his forehead to the almost warm window glass. And emptied his mind for a moment to think of nothing. Before eventually, he tried to put his recent thoughts and feelings together, and reach at least some sort of an answer.
He was afraid to leave the safe, comfortable life that he knew behind, and in doing so, endanger her because she would follow him. However, the desire to move beyond the borders he'd created for himself started to noticeably grow stronger and stronger. But a lot more than that, he just wanted to see his friends. To make sure they were okay, and to show that he still loved them, and to help them do the right thing.
Therefor, the more he stared at the rising sun, its yellowish glow stretching closer and closer to him, the more he grew sure of the answer he searched for.
He'd still think about it for a couple of days at least, and also, he needed to have a talk with her too.
But after that…after that, there would be no more guessing or contemplating things. Just a definitive choice to make born from the answer.