They will always be Soulmates to me...
Her captain slept beside her, yet Gillian felt so alone...
Even with Pyrrha sleeping beside him, Jaune was alone...
If she were the night sky, then Gillian hoped her lover was like the day, bright and lively.
Jaune loved the night sky; he had always loved how he could see the moon and its shattered beauty with thousands of stars shining all around it.
Gillian looked at her future husband and could not help but feel disgust. She knew this marriage was nothing more than political, but she could never imagine herself loving the man at any point in her life.
"I am to be his bride..." She muttered distastefully.
To her, her lover was always younger and more comely, though his face remained a shifting shadow.
Weiss was still very beautiful; he could never deny that. However, he could no longer imagine a future with her. Perhaps it had been nothing more than the fantasy of a naive and idealistic young man who dreamed of a silly little future.
Now, Jaune had no idea what future he saw for himself.
He just knew that there were no white-haired children in it anymore...
When she was a young girl, she had dreamed of a knight, whisking her away from danger.
As she grew older, such fantasies disappeared.
But now... Now she longed for nothing more than a knight to whisk her away from this place. As surely, anywhere would be better than here, being forced to sit aside and act like a lady in waiting.
Jaune stood off to the side and watched as the others seemed to be at peace with those next to them. Meanwhile, here he stood, off to the side, condemned to be an outsider looking in at the happiness of his friends.
The silent man, standing in the shadows while everyone else was bathed in the light...
In the desert, she discovered a single bush of yellow brittlebush flowers, and she couldn't help but smile.
Even out there, in the harshest conditions, it thrived. Where other flowers would wilt and die, the yellow flowers refused.
They were her favorite, for they were resilient and unyielding...
Jaune found himself staring at the amethyst necklace that dangled from a nearby shop. He found it strangely alluring, as if it called to him, urging him to buy it.
For whom could he even give it to?
It was said that the Last Queen of Vacuo had allowed herself to be pierced by the Warrior King's sword to grant him the power to stop the Great War.
If she could die like that, she'd be happy.
For it was beautiful and tragic.
And Gillian lived for such a lovely catastrophe.
It had been an arrow that struck Pyrrha's heart... Perhaps it would be an arrow that also pierced his.
Jaune fell to his knees, he found the hilt of the glass dagger, and wrenched it free. He felt the cool air flow into the wound, making it feel cold as ice.
he looked up to the night sky and saw the stars shining above him.
"The stars... So... Beautiful..." He whispered gently.
Then, slowly, he fell to the desert floor, as if gravity itself was gently lowering him to at least let him die peacefully.
Off in the distance, Gillian heard the howling of a lone dog.
The sound made her feel sad and lonely...
