Author Drabble: Hi, my name is Sofia, and this is my first ever fanfic, so please no flames. This is part of my version of Champion by Marie Lu, since I am absoultely obsessed with the legend trilogy. I don't own Legend or and of the characters in it.

I had been sitting on the metal seat for so long, that my being felt like it had turned to ice. The entirety being completely numb at the absence of Day. My Day. My shining beacon of hope that would never be with me again. I was abruptly shaken out of my thoughts when Anden came behind me, and shook my shoulder gently, to get my attention. "June, come inside, it's freezing out here." "What reason is there left for me anymore? There's nothing to live for anymore" that's what I wanted to respond, but instead I stood up with as much grace as I could muster after being frozen to my chair. And I walked back to my apartment, my head held high. Anden followed me, until I was outside my door. I methodically took out my key, and his hand clasped my wrist. "June, you're not well, let me come inside and help you," He knew me. He knew I wouldn't accept anyone's help until I was on my deathbed. "I'm fine." I snapped. "June," he steadied, "I know that things feel lost now that Day is gone, but I want you to know that everyone is here to support you, and be there for you if you need someone to talk to," sure, ill just sit down and pour my heart and soul out to them while baking cookies, I continued inserting my key into the lock, "I'm here for you June. No matter what." "I'm fine," I seethed through gritted teeth, " I don't need anyone, especially not you," he must have known I hadn't meant it, yet he looked hurt all the same. But I couldn't help that. The world didn't depend on me taking care of it all. The only way I knew to survive was to do everything myself, and I believed everyone else should to. I just opened my door, turned my shoulder to look up at Anden's emotion-brimmed eyes that seemed to have tears in them, "Goodnight," he said, his voice crackling. I let myself slip, and put my hand on his shoulder tenderly, "I'm sorry." He opened his mouth as if to say something, "I just can't do this right now.

When I closed the door. I leaned against it, letting silent tears roll down my face and plop onto the floor. I kept on crying until I had slid down the surface of the door, and was crumpled up on the floor in a pile of wet clothes. I drearily made my way to my couch in the living room, and collapsed in utter agony for everything that had happened to me in the past few months of my once perfect life. After what seemed like hours or me dozing in and out of consciousness. I heard a loud knock at the door. My head fluttered up, but I just put it back down. Let them knock the damned door down for all I care. The knocking persisted, until the lock turned, someone with had the key to my apartment. It was a male, approximately 165 pounds, right handed. Wow, when an intruder is entering, all you're thinking about is how much he weighs. He crossed the expanse of my living room and gathered me into his arms. He gently rocked me back and forth while the tears streamed down my face. When I finally looked into his eyes, I learned that it was Thomas.