For those of you that don't know, Paul is my RWBY OC and so are Rana, Tara, and Yin. I don't own RWBY, just my characters and the plot.
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The day we met, frozen, I held my breath.
Right from the start, I knew that I found the home from my heart. (Beats fast)

Dear Ruby,
I've got a lot to say so just be prepared.

Maybe you're reading this and maybe you aren't. If you are, thanks for taking the time to acknowledge my existence by your own choice. You never noticed me, which is a surprise since my family is so well known around here and Rana only makes the attention increase. But I can understand you not talking to me. After all, I barely went to class and spent as much time as I could in the band room playing all the instruments that I knew how to play (And there's a lot, especially since I devote a lot of time to music) because it helped me escape from reality.

Colors and promises.
How to be brave, how can I love when I'm afraid to fall?

You're such a great fighter. You never give up and you aren't afraid to stand up for what you believe in. Those are things that I wished that I possessed. But I do not. I'm shy and don't really talk much unless I'm helping out my sisters or telling them that they're being dumb (Except for Yin, she's a good girl). I talked to you maybe once or twice but that was only because we were partnered up for a project so of course you had to acknowledge me then.

Watching you stand alone.
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow.
One step closer.

You're probably wondering why the hell I'm writing this to you and why I didn't just tell you to your face how I've been feeling all this time, aren't you? Well, I have a huge fear of rejection, being judged, and being hated. I also have self-esteem issues but those aren't important. Besides, my words sound better coming from my hands than from my mouth. I've probably erased things I've written on here a thousand times.

I have died everyday waiting for you.
Darling don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years.
I'll love ya for a thousand more.

Ruby, I'm just going to come out and say it and stop beating around the bush. I like you. And I mean I really like you. I know that my feelings aren't love and I'm not going to pretend like they are because we are only fifteen after all (As much as my heart wants to tell you otherwise but there's a reason that your brain is the one that controls the thought process.) and that's still super young. We've barely even lived our lives.

Time stands still.
Beauty and all she is.
I will be brave. I will not let anything take away what's standing in front of me.

Assuming that you didn't either shred this letter or got tired of my bullshit and made it up to this point, I want you to know how great you truly are. You're beautiful and you always have a smile on your face. Also, as stated earlier, you're a great fighter and allow your voice to be heard over others. You don't care what others think and you help out the ones you care about when they need you. Don't be like me. Don't let other people tear you down to the point where you never raise your hand in class and always sit in the back of the room in the classroom. Don't be the one who sits alone at the lunch table and silently hopes that someone, anyone will be kind enough to say, "You look lonely. Can I sit here?" And even if that happens, don't fall down too much. But I have hope and faith in you Ruby Rose. I can tell that you've been through a lot. And I can tell that what you've gone through has made you stronger in the process.

Every breath, every hour has come to this.
One step closer.

Still reading this? Thank you. At least I know someone is willing to listen to me. I must confess that writing all of this down is making me feel a lot better. I guess that this is what happens when you keep everything bottled up for so long. I'll have to write you more often. Even if you tear up the letters upon receiving them, it really doesn't make a difference to me. I'll know that I've actually accepted that I like you as more than a friend. Acceptance is always the hardest step. My mother used to tell me that.

I have died everyday waiting for you.
Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years.
I'll love you for a thousand more.

You have no idea how lucky you are to not be a Beacon. You may be thinking, "Shut the fuck up" but hear me out. I have problems with social anxiety and crowds make me nervous so when crowds of people come up to me like I'm a celebrity, it's super overwhelming. God, I sound like an ungrateful fuck but I'm going to keep going with this because I've already used up a ton of my eraser already. But you can already tell that most likely.

And all along I believed I would find you.
Time has brought your heart to me.
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more.

Anyway, my life could be a lot worse. I could be starving, be living on the streets begging for food every single day, and other shit like that. But it's human nature to feel bad for one's self when things aren't exactly what you want them to be. For example, I'm internally grateful that I was born wealthy with a status that the Beacons have established for themselves but of course things aren't exactly what I want them to be. I would prefer to not have social anxiety and my intense fear of rejection. I would also prefer not to like you so much because I know that I have absolutely no chance of being with you, even though some girls in this school would date me in a heartbeat. But I know that they only want me for the money my family has. I want someone who will see me for me, not for my family's bank account.

I'll love you for a thousand more.
One step closer.

I didn't know what else to talk about and I want to say a bit more so I looked up the meaning of your name. Tara teased me for it but I just rolled my eyes and ignored her. "Precious jewel" came up. I should've expected this but I was hoping for something a bit better. But I dug a little bit deeper and found that people with your name have a deep inner desire to create and express themselves, often in public speaking, acting, writing, and singing. It also states that you yearn to have beauty around your home and work environment. Judging by your personality, I can say that you really are grateful for beauty. On the other hand, my name means little. Height wise, it's not true. I'm five foot eight inches of pure awkwardness. Personality wise, I'm very little, as you've most likely figured out because I've made it so damn obvious.

I have died everyday waiting for you.
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years.
I'll love you for a thousand more.
And all along I believed I would find you.
Time has brought your heart to me, I have loved you for a thousand years.
I'll love you for a thousand more.

Before I finally leave you alone, these are the things that I want you to take away from this letter.

1. (This is the most important) I like you. You don't have to like me back and please don't feel guilty if you don't. I just want you to know how I feel about you.
2. You are amazing. You have almost no flaws and you are one of the people that I admire.
3. No matter how bad life may seem to be treating you, remember that things will always get better and that you have a purpose on this earth.
4. Remember that just because I'm a Beacon, that doesn't mean that I nor my life is picture perfect.
5. Be proud of your name and who you are. (But make sure that you don't have too much pride)
6. Refer to number one.

Feel free to write me back if you so wish. You can pass me a letter at any time or just leave it outside my dorm. Don't worry about my sisters getting it. They leave my stuff alone. And if you ever need someone to talk to, look at the back of the classroom, where the one kid sits alone at lunch, or in the band room or his dorm. He's a good listener and will be happy to hear you vent. After all, he's learned that from writing this letter, letting all of your feelings out makes you feel so much better.

I will love you a thousand years.

Yours truly,
Paul

P.S. Did you like the song lyrics that I randomly wrote out in between paragraphs? I was listening to this song to help me say all that I needed to say.