Ha, funny how I actually don't know what to write as I type this story out.

The low hum of the heater and soft breathing of the sleeping figure next to Jaune was the first things he heard when he woke. Still too early in the morning to see in the completely dark apartment, so he chose to simply lay there.

And so he didn't move. Trying not to think about anything.

But a few thoughts refused to stay down.

'This is wrong.'

'I didn't want this to happen this way.'

'I shouldn't have lied.'

'Why did she say she loved me?'

'Why does she not know?'

'Why can't I love her too?'

Eventually, a low orange seeped into the room, and the warm air that blew its way from his side stopped. And, no long after, she woke up.



"I love you."

"I love you too."


"Yeah, Ruby?"

"You're a terrible liar."