It's been months ever since Day's memory was wiped away, of the disease that he never told me. I don't know where he is. I want to know, but I haven't found the courage to ask. I don't even know if he remembers me anymore.
Whenever I think about him, I just feel numbness. And I haven't had the courage to fight it away.
I walk on the street, of the fixed Republic we had. Except now it is not really called the Republic. It's not called USA. Ever since Anden has worked, has smoothed it all out with the Colonies, ever since I was informed that after the war, Day's brain has malfunctioned, this piece of land is now called America.
I remember the times Day and I fought together, when we fought against each other, but I know we still had something. I know, and I do not have the courage to give up what we once had. I don't know if I will ever have.
The thought tears me apart. He doesn't remember me anymore.
The street is packed with people. I walk near the lake, which was called Lake sector once. I don't know how I got here. Majority of the people cast me glances, and I'm too tired to analyse them.
Of course they recognize me. I'm June Iparis, Republic prodigy.
Vice-President of America.
Walking plainly on the streets.
Let them think what they think. Anden would have chastised me, would have suggested giving a ride on his car. But I wouldn't take the offer.
I've placed my distance between Anden.
"You look familiar." A voice says behind me. At first, I shrug it off, but the voice. The voice.
I turn around and take a sharp breath. Standing in front of me is Day.
Day. Looking at me, analyzing my face, confused, his hands on his pockets. He smiles at my shyly, wringing out his hair.
"Have I talked to you before?"
I gape. My heart beats rapidly, and I realize I'm tongue-tied. He laughs at my silence.
"Hi, I'm Daniel." He says, and he holds out a hand for me to shake.