Yang: Y/n.
I turned to her and smiled.
Y/n: What's up?
She put one hand on the opposite elbow.
Yang: We need to talk.
She led me up to the roof and then turned to face me. I looked around but couldn't find anyone. Her team seemed to be off doing their one things. While my dad was with his armada.
Y/n: So~ Wildflower? Why are we up here?
Yang: Because I can't do this anymore.
Y/n: Do what?
Yang: Us! I like you. Love you actually but I can't help you. You're all over the place an-
I raised a hand so she'd stopped ranting.
Y/n: Going to have to stop you there. I love you too. I have since the day I got to see you again. You've got a booming voice and you're a lot more forward but at heart, you're exactly the same girl. But you say help like you're fixing a broken clock. You can't help me.
Yang: What do-
Y/n: You're interrupting. What I'm saying is you're just like me. One half plus one half makes one whole. Just like me, your mom ran off somewhere. Just like me that took a toll and has helped shape who you are today.
Yang: That's
Y/n: Yang! Just because sometimes I say weird stuff doesn't change a thing. It's just me trying to make sense of the world. I've told you that yet you still look at me like I'm a broken mirror. Thats the thing! If you tried to fix me there'd still be cracks and missing pieces because you've got some of the same problems. So please stop looking at this relationship as you helping me.
Yang: I'm sorry
Y/n: It's perfectly fine. The easiest way I can explain is with a broken clock. Regardless of what the day. They're always right twice. The complete opposite of you. Despite your temper and how impulsive you are sometimes, I think you're perfect.
She smiled with tears in her eyes and hugged me. After crying for a bit she looked up at me.
Yang: When am I wrong?
I almost started laughing in her face.
Y/n: When your puns are awful.
I don't remember writing this but it's kind of cute. Worry not dear followers I will continue writing. This is just something I found but didn't want to get rid of.
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FanfictionIt is not the job of the living to pick up and live the dreams of the dead. It is the job of the dead to be the stepping stones to the dreams of the living. Requested by @Taylororton123 Cover art by white-rozu