This fic was heavily inspired by "I'm gonna miss you, girl" by Michael Martin Murphy. I will include some of the lyrics in this fic. All lyrics are in italics.

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Jaune stared up at the obsidian black sky, blinking back tears and counting the stars above his head, twinkling faintly in the darkness, forcing himself to keep walking through the tall grass. He used to stargaze all the time when he was a kid. He had sweet, pleasant memories of sneaking out of his house at night, only to run to the nearest grassy Hill and lay there for most of the night, staring up at the sky with wonder.

But tonight, there was no childlike fascination. Tonight, he wasn't looking at the stars because they were beautiful. He was looking at them because their dim, silvery light comforted him, and he desperately needed to be comforted.

He was haunted by memories of scarlet red hair tied back in a high ponytail, lightly tanned skin, and vividly bright green eyes.

Oh, yellow autumn moon, you find me blue tonight. What with the summer gone, what with the fading light...

Gosh, she was pretty. But he didn't realize that until it was far too late to tell her.

He kept walking, turning his eyes downward to the numerous gravestones scattered about at his feet, being careful not to trip over any of them. Some were old and worn, cracks filled with fluffy green moss snaking down their weathered grey faces. Others looked to be brand new, polished to perfection, marking the place where someone who'd recently passed had come to rest.

It made him shiver to think there were dead people all around him, buried beneath the earth he tread upon.

No sails upon the lake, no children on the shore. No funny sun-burn nose, no little country store...

He wasn't just walking around admiring the gravestones, that would be a sick thing to do. His blue eyes scanned over the newer stones, searching for the ones with first names beginning with the letter "P". Because the cemetery was arranged in alphabetical order, he'd have to get closer to the back to find the right stone.

He was looking for a friend.

I miss the sunny days, I miss the rainy days, and you.

Finally, he found the right row of graves and turned sideways, walking across the well-kept grass until he located the right one.

Pyrrha Nikos.

She had died a year ago, and Jaune hadn't had the courage to go visit her grave until now. He was haunted by dreams of the arrow that pierced her heart, Cinder's cackling laugh as she crumbled away into scarlet dust, leaving nothing but her gold helm behind. He was also plagued by memories of all the things he'd been so blind to. The affectionate gaze she always gave him when she thought he wasn't looking, the way she seemed to treat him like he was more special than anyone else, and just how obvious it was that she loved him.

Jaune had missed so much because he had a stupid schoolboy crush on Weiss. He was blind to the gorgeous creature standing right in front of him, staring him down, practically slapping him in the face with her obvious feelings for him. And now, Pyrrha was dead, and he'd never get the chance to relive those precious, tender moments with her.

Bowing his head reverently, he sank to his knees before her tombstone, unable to lift his gaze and look at the carefully chiseled stone with her name on it. He still wasn't brave enough to face her yet, it hurt badly enough already that he was here, kneeling upon the ground she was buried under.

Finally, Jaune worked up the courage to part his lips ever so slightly and whisper: "Hey, Pyrrha..."

I'm gonna miss you, girl, yeah you. I'm gonna miss you, girl, oh, you...

"It's been... It's been awhile, hasn't it? I'm... I'm really sorry I didn't visit sooner. Gosh, it's been a whole year now and I haven't stopped by since the funeral." he wasn't really sure what to say. How does one talk to a dead person?

He could clearly see her now in his mind's eye: her perfect smile that could light up the room, the way she moved with fluid grace only an expert swordsman such as herself could possess, the way her slanted eyes crinkled at the edges, making it obvious she was a person who laughed and smiled a lot.

"I've really missed out on a lot of things, huh. And in doing so, I made you miss out too. That's... Horrible of me. I hope you know I feel awful for being so arrogant." Jaune sighed and buried his face in his hands. "Gosh, I really was the dumbest kid at that academy. I don't deserve to be here right now, talking to you, after what I did. I made you miss out too, because you really loved me and I made you wait literally forever."

We'll get the pictures out, we'll spread them all around. Our fire on the beach, my goodness, you were brown...

"Ruby is always talking about how brave and selfless you were. She really looks up to you, ya know, even now that you're gone." Jaune's voice choked and a couple tears dropped from his eyes. He took a couple shaky breaths before continuing. "I've remembered all the lessons you gave me on how to fight, how to properly wield a sword and shield. I learned a lot from you. And... Even if I wanted to, I couldn't forget you. Never. Not in a million years. You were so special and incredible and I could never live up to someone like you."

He hesitated. He'd always wondered what happened to people when they died. He'd always assumed it would just be this soft, silent, blackness that went on and on for all eternity, where you wouldn't be able to see or hear or feel or think. So basically, he believed there was just nothing after this life.

But now that Pyrrha had gone and faced whatever afterlife there may be, he wanted to believe that all the selfless, angelic people like her go to heaven. He didn't want her to be trapped in endless darkness, deprived of all her senses, forever. That was the last thing he wanted for someone as precious as her. So maybe her spirit had grown feathered wings and flown it's way up to heaven, where she belonged. She deserved to be happy forever like that.

We're gonna live again... We'll make them live again, with you, you. I'm gonna miss you, girl, yeah you.

"You know... If I could go back in time and change just one thing, it would be my decision to leave you all by yourself on that day when Vale fell." Jaune's voice wavered again, but he managed to stay strong and keep speaking even as the weight of his regret came crashing down on him. "Maybe if I had gone with you, we could've beat Cinder. You would've become the Fall Maiden like you deserve, and you'd probably be alive right now. It's all my fault, isn't it? If I had stayed with you... We would've been okay. Both of us. Either that, or Cinder would've had to kill me too, and I'm okay with that."

He paused again. He didn't think Pyrrha wanted to hear about past events like that, all the what-ifs and unfixable mistakes.

She was dead. There was nothing he could do to change that.

I'm gonna miss you, girl, oh, you. I'm gonna miss you, girl, yeah, you. I'm gonna miss you, girl...

"Remember when you kissed me? You did it right before shoving me into one of our rocket-powered lockers and sending me away." the blonde chuckled softly at the memory.

Pyrrha's lips had been so very soft and warm against his, and he wondered why he'd never kissed her before until that very moment. As he flew away in the locker, he realized that he had made a huge mistake. She wasn't kissing him and sending him off for the fun of it, she was saying goodbye.

"Yeah, I wasn't very happy about being pushed into a locker. It was too cramped in there, and I got motion sick. It was awful." he finally raised his head and gazed upon the fallen warrior's tombstone. Her name, engraved into the face of the smooth, grey stone, stared back at him almost accusingly. "But the kiss was nice. Extremely nice. It made me realize what I had been missing all that time, and what I would be missing forever. I just want you to know that I love you too, okay? I always will. But what sucks is the fact that it's too late now, and I never gave you a chance to tell me because I was so wrapped up in Weiss despite knowing I have no chance with her."

I miss the sunny days, I miss the rainy days, and you. I'm gonna miss you, girl, oh, you.

Jaune let out another sigh. His breath hitched in his throat as tears threatened to spill from his eyes. He wanted to cry so badly, but he had to stay strong for Pyrrha. She wouldn't want him to cry over her like this, it would make her sad.

"Alright, well... It's getting late, so I should probably get going before Nora drags Ren out to look for me. The last thing we need is a grumpy, sleep-deprived Ren." he slowly rose to his feet and smiled down at the tombstone. "Bye, Pyrrha, I'll try and visit more often from now on. I'll see you soon, I promise."

He turned and started walking away. His legs felt heavy, and his chest was tight from holding back sobs, making it difficult to breathe. But it also felt like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He had finally spoken with Pyrrha after the funeral. He was no longer too cowardly to do so. And he was gonna come back.

Suddenly Jaune remembered something important and looked over his shoulder at her grave. "Oh, I almost forgot! Happy birthday, Pyrrha. I love you."

I'm gonna miss you, girl...

The end.

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A/N: damn, that was... Intense. I hope you enjoyed this sad little one-shot I wrote, I'm hopefully gonna write some more RWBY fics in the future. Man, I was so sad when Pyrrha died!! It broke my heart!!!! Anyway, please leave a review and tell me what you thought of this, I'll see you next time! Byeee!!

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