Blake

"Okay look , it's not that big of a deal…" I tried to quickly explain.

"Then why did you react like that?" Weiss asked. "What even are those, Blake?" Her face had more concern on it than I thought it would. I was expecting something along the lines of shock or anger. Anything that matched with how I felt this whole thing would go. Instead, she waited on me to explain.

There was no use in straining the silence anymore. I sat back down on the couch with Weiss where she continued to give me her undivided attention. "It's my medication from back in high school," I told her.

Her eyes glanced back and forth from the bottle to my face. "For?" she asked.

"I…" I tried to start, searching for the right words. A way to keep it from sounding worse than it is. "I used to have… episodes, as I called them," I checked Weiss' face for a sign of what she thought so far but she just seemed ready for me to spit it out. "In sophomore year of highschool things started to change for me. My motivation dropped and everyday got harder for me to get through. One day I couldn't even leave my bed. I was just so tired."

I felt Weiss' hand on my back. "Blake…" She said, concern showing through.

I kept talking because I was afraid I wouldn't have the nerve later on if I stopped now. "In short, I guess I was going through my first depressive episode. It lasted just over a month. My parents were concerned but I just told them I was just having an off month. I was back to normal after it all happened. My grades went back up and everything seemed well. Even I believed my excuse for awhile. Then it happened again… and again… and again. My parents made me see someone after I refused to leave my room for a week straight. Next thing I knew, I was prescribed these." I held up the bottle and shook it a tiny bit. "Things leveled out eventually while I took these." I glanced at Weiss, who was still intensely paying attention. There was nothing there that betrayed what she was thinking.

Suddenly, a worried expression hit her face. "Wait. 'While?' Like, you stopped taking them?" She asked.

"Yea…?" I inquired.

Her other hand gently grabbed my hand that still held the bottle. "Is that a good idea? What if it happens again?"

I gave a slight shrug. "I guess I'll cross that bridge if it ever happens again."

"Blake," Weiss began. "I don't know if that's a good idea…"

"I haven't refilled these in over a year and I've been fine. Besides, I hated how they made me feel. Or lack thereof more specifically."

"What do you mean?" Weiss asked.

My mind flashed through my memories of my lackluster senior year. "I was left almost emotionless. I could still function day to day but under a haze made to keep me from slipping back down. By the end of school I couldn't take it. I just stopped taking it. Completely."

Weiss seemed to think for a moment. "Well, I trust you. I kinda wish I'd known about it but we haven't known each other for as long as most couples." She had a small chuckle to herself before giving me a more serious look. "Just… let me know if somethings wrong. You've protected and helped me so I really want to do the same for you," she said.

Looking at her gave me a feeling contentment but there was also a smaller feeling that hurt deep in my chest. It was a feeling of guilt. Weiss was asking me to be honest about how I felt and I've already failed that. There was already a lie between us from my attempt to keep her from worrying about me not taking my medication anymore.

"I will, Weiss," I told her, ignoring the feeling in my chest. "I'll do my best to be open if anything happens." Weiss smiled at that and as wonderful as was to see her that happy, it only made my guilty conscious grow louder. She leaned in and kissed me. The kiss overruled my other feelings as my brain was thankful for a distraction from my current thoughts.

I pushed into the kiss more, hoping to keep the distraction going for as long as possible. Weiss responded positively and didn't stop. I wanted to get lost, if just for the moment. Because of this I dropped the bottle and put that arm around her to pull her closer. It was a wonderful moment of time. It could have lasted forever in my opinion but it wasn't an option it seemed as Weiss finally pulled away. The smile she had before pushing the boundaries of her cheeks. It was a beautiful sight.

Her eyes flicked to the side for a second though and the smile dropped just as fast. It was replaced by a look of shock. I turned to match her glare and there she was. Ruby was peeking out of the door to Weiss' room with a wide eyed, surprised look.

I took a quick shot. "Oh… hey Ruby. Are… are you okay?" I asked, not knowing any possible answer she could give to what she saw. Instead of answering she just nodded her head. "Well," I began again. "Weiss and I are almost done talking. Give us a quick second and then you and I can figure out our dinner plans. Okay?" Again, Ruby nodded before pulling her red face back through the door and shut it quickly.

"I don't supposed Yang has told her about things like two girls being in a relationship?" Weiss asked hopefully.

I just quickly shook my head.

Weiss sighed. "Okay. I guess we should probably call and tell her about what just happened."

"It's going to be awkward," I pointed out. I was just thankfully that the subject had switched completely from my own problems. It was a respite from the guilt that wanted to overtake me. The guilt from the fact that when Weiss and I had first met, I wasn't me. I was actually at the end of my first depressive episode in nearly a year.

Sorry about the very short chapter. As it stands I just add to this story if I manage to think of something for it rather than pushing myself to always add to it. That's why it went abandoned for what, over a year? I've had to re-read my own story just to keep things straight sometimes. If I have to be honest, don't expect it to ever be finished. Maybe a chapter here or there but don't expect an ending. But otherwise, I just hope you all enjoy whatever does get posted.