June
My tears stain the front of Day's black and grey Republic uniform, but I don't care. A wave of anguish washes over me along with a tinge of anger at myself for being so confident that Day and I would work, as if he would forget about the things I'd done to his family. He is right; I am the one responsible for the death of his mother and brother. I wish our fight in the tunnels had never occurred, but I cannot change the past. Instead, I let my grief wash over me and cling to Day as if my life depended on it. It does in a way, for he is my light.
Before I can protest, Day has pulled away and takes one last look into my eyes. Those ocean blue irises captivate me every time I gaze into them, and I see the sorrow and farewell written in his expression. He reaches out to brush his hand against my face, catches a strand of my hair, and tucks it neatly behind my ear.
"I'm sorry," he whispers. Then he's gone.
As he's exiting, I whisper one last sentence, but he doesn't hear me. The words don't reach his ears. I crumple to the ground, tears streaming down my cheeks. Not even Ollie can force a smile out of me.
My light has just died.
Day
I cling to June as she sobs into my chest, afraid that she'll disappear if I let go. I shouldn't have kissed her, as it will make our parting even harder, but I couldn't help myself. She is my weakness.
I gently pull away from our embrace and take one last look at June. I gaze into eyes so dark brown they almost look black, and in this light I catch a tinge of gold in her irises. With that last look, the two of us exchange no words; the distraught reflects clearly across both of our faces.
My time is up; I've stayed too long. If I don't leave now, I never will. So, I reach out and catch a renegade strand of hair that slipped from June's ponytail and tuck it carefully behind her ear.
"I'm sorry," I whisper before I turn to leave. They're the only two words I can manage before I completely break down, and I cannot afford that now.
I slip quietly out the door before she can protest, before I can protest, but June murmurs one last sentence. I pretend not to hear her, and it takes all my resolve not to walk back into her apartment. I leave quickly, trying desperately to stifle my sobs. It's better if I leave her now; I cannot stand to tell her the truth.
Her words break my heart. They haunt me all the way back to my apartment. They echo in my head and fill my dreams. I will never forget them.
I love you, Day.
A/N: So, I just finished reading Prodigy, and I had to write something for it, no matter bad it turned out. I apologize for the length, as I don't usually write pieces that are this short. Also, the cover image is Marie Lu's own personal drawing of Day and June; I just borrowed it off her DeviantArt. I do not own the image, but according to her copyright policy, I can use it as a cover.