I rlly dont know where i was going with this. Basically just my try at a sadfic idk and me expressing my depressed ass thoughts lmfao. TRIGGER WARNING dont read if you have experiences with depression or any traumatic experiences related to suicide. Bumbleby i guess

"Hey Blake", Yang sat down on the forest floor, putting down a cardboard box next to her. "I repaired Gambol Shroud for you", she said softly, taking Blake's weapon out of the box and next to her.

"I know how angry you get when people touch your books so I made sure no one read any of them. So they're all in here", the blonde said, gesturing towards the box. "All of us spent a long time taking them out from between the beds." She chuckled, taking one of them out. "Maybe I could read some of them to you sometime if you'd like", she smiled, turning the book over. It was a black hard covered book, some of the skin peeling off at the corners. The front had no cover, dust covering the surface.

She clutched the book in her hand and chuckled bitterly. "I think Zwei misses you you know? He misses his pillow", Yang giggled softly.

"I miss you too." She gripped the book harder, looking down to the dirt. Tears escaped her eyes, falling down to the forest floor, the dirt catching her tears. "Say something", she said desperately to the slab of stone. 'There is no friend as loyal as a book. RIP Blake Belladonna', it said. The words carved into the stone looked as if it was searing itself into her vision.

She sniffed, wiping her face. "We need you.. I need you.. Please?" She begged quietly, letting go of the book. It fell to the floor, the hardcover clattering, dirt stains smudging itself into the cover. She stood up abruptly, screaming at the stone slab. "Say something!" Tears now freely falling from her eyes.

"You should've been there when I graduated. When we all would've graduated!" She brought her hands up to her face, breathing heavily. "You told me that you loved me but if you did love me you wouldn't have left! You would've been there at graduation! Be there when I get my first mission!" She quietly sobbed, collapsing on her knees.

"Be there when I need you.." She punched the dirt floor over and over again, trying to express her rage. "I thought I'd feel better as time passes", she said, still punching the dirt with all her might. "But I can't forgive you because whenever I look at your picture I realize I need the real you."

The dirt was getting compressed, creating a big hole to where she kept punching. "It took my everything to not scream at your funeral. Sitting in my chair all I wanted to do was tell you to get up. Admit that I love you."

"I'm sorry that we fought. I didn't mean to tell you that I hated you I didn't mean it!" Her eyes widened, clutching her head in her arms. She cradled herself, rocking back and forth. "I wish you were here Blake but everytime I think about you all I feel is pain." She grabbed a handful of dirt in her hand.

"S-Sometimes I think about like.. When I'm older. And I travel the world and help people along the way.. You won't be there with me Y'know? You won't be there for any of that." She said bitterly, clutching her fist.

"And I'll never get to see you again", her voice cracked, tears now falling at a constant rate. "Sometimes I wish I would've killed Adam. I wish I never made you leave in the first place."

"But you should've been here!" She said, snapping at nothingness. "Them pills got you right!?" She rolled up her left sleeve, cuts littering across her forearm and wrist. She rocked back and forth again, taking out a hunting knife.

"Wish you were here."

So obviously since im such a fucking shitty writer i decided to stop here before i made it more horrible. Just a short chapter sadfic idk ive been feeling a bit down lately so