AN: Accidentally mentioned Jaune being Beacon last chapter, at the time of chapter 4 he has another year before he joins the Academy. Sorry for the confusion.

'Jaune,

I need your words, something terrible has happened today.

My face... my face is ruined, Jaune. I can't stand to look at it. It's so ugly, and I hate it so much. I hate it.

I don't know what to do, Jaune. I've always felt this pressure to be perfect, to live up to the Schnee name, and now... now I feel like I've failed. I know it might sound trivial, but to me, it's everything.

I remember your words in your letters, the way you've encouraged me, believed in me, even though we've never met. I need that strength right now, Jaune. I need to believe that I can get through this, that I can find a way to feel beautiful again.

Please, Jaune, I need your words. I need them like I've never needed anything before'

The ink on the letter smudged, and teardrops stained the bottom of the page, evidence of the deep anguish that Weiss was experiencing. The weight of her words hung in the air, a cry for help and understanding. It was a vulnerable moment, a stark contrast to the Weiss he was used to.

Jaune sat in stunned silence, the letter from Weiss clutched tightly in his trembling hands. His heart ached as he read her desperate words, and he couldn't help but imagine the pain she must be going through. The image of Weiss, always so poised and composed with her words, in such emotional distress was a stark contrast to the person he had come to know through their letters.

Jaune felt a deep pang of helplessness. He wished more than anything that he could be there with Weiss, to hold her and offer the comfort she so desperately needed. But all he had were his words, and he knew that they had to be the source of solace she was seeking.

Jaune's mind raced, searching for the right words to respond to Weiss's distress. He wanted to convey his unwavering support and empathy, to let her know that he was there for her, even from a distance. Taking a deep breath, he began to write, pouring his heart into each word.

'Hey Weiss,

I don't even know where to begin. Your letter hit me like a ton of bricks, and I can't shake the feeling of helplessness I have right now. I just want you to know that I'm here, even if it's just through these words.

I'm so sorry to hear that you're going through this. You've always seemed so strong and confident in your letters, and to read about your pain breaks my heart. I want you to know that I'm here for you, Weiss. We might be miles apart, but I'm not going anywhere, not now.

First things first, I need you to stop saying that you're ugly. You are not, Weiss. You're a remarkable person, inside and out. Your music, your dedication, your spirit, they all shine so brightly. A blemish or imperfection doesn't change that, not one bit, I don't need to see you to know that.

Remember the words you've shared with me in your letters, about your music, your dreams, your passions? They've meant the world to me. You've touched my life in so many ways, and your worth goes far beyond your appearance.

I can't fully understand what you're going through right now, but I want to be there for you, just like you've been there for me through your letters. We're friends, Weiss, and friends stick together through thick and thin. You're not alone in this, and you don't have to bear this burden alone.

Please, reach out to the people who care about you, who love you for who you are. Lean on them, Weiss. You have a support system in place, and I hope you'll use it. You're strong, Weiss, stronger than you might think, and I believe in you.

I'll be eagerly awaiting your response, ready to listen, ready to support you in any way I can.

We're in this together, no matter the distance.

Stay strong, my friend. You've got this.

With all my support,

Jaune'

He hoped that this was enough, but he knew it wouldn't be.

Short, sweet, rolled off the tongue