I died. Or at least that's what everybody thought...until now. They knew I was on the run, and they knew June was with me. The Republic was evil, more than any of the residents could imagine. They planted plagues in our community. They killed the children who didn't pass a stupid test. I didn't pass that stupid test, but I didn't die. I became a fugitive, on the run. Apparently, I was on the road again, but not with Tess. It made me uncomfortable to spend so much time with June, but not in a bad way. She was absolutely perfect. Her high ponytail swayed in the wind as the cargo train that we hitched continued on its journey. Her eyes sparkled, complimenting her chiseled jaw. I would stare at her in awe to pass the time, until darkness blocked my view. As I stared at her, I fell into a deep sleep. It could be taken as peaceful, but not for me. Nightmares haunted me every morning, especially this time. An ear piercing scream filled the train car. "What's wrong, Daniel?" June asked, awakened by the screech. My cheeks turned bright red. Daniel, this has been the second night in a row you've screamed! I scolded myself, as tears streamed down my dirty cheeks, immediately turning the salty tears a murky brown. "Daniel, what happened?" June quietly questioned. It bothered me that she called me Daniel. I didn't exactly know why, it just did. Why did I even care? Yet, as much as I chided myself to let it go, I still kept it in the back on my mind, meaning to bring it up later. "Nightmare," I managed through sobs. She nodded, letting me know that I could tell her anything. I couldn't tell her this. The nightmare was about her. I know felt incredibly uneasy by sitting next to her. I knew it was just a stupid dream, but it still made me tense up when she spoke. "Hey, we're getting close. Don't worry about it." She brushed my arm, and smiled. I willed myself to grin back, but she knew it was half-hearted. She knew that I was depressed. She knew that the nightmare was about her. A few hours later (hours filled with complete silence, may I add), I took out some bread. "Do you want some?" I offered. "Is it whole grain?" she asked. I shook my head. Whatever "whole grain" was, it wasn't this. "Oh, then I'm fine. I don't like regular bread," she said shaking her head. I held myself back from scowling. She cringed as the words escaped her mouth. "I'm sorry I didn't mean-" she began. "No I get it. Your used to other type of bread," I insisted yet, I wanted to roll my eyes. I loved June, and as much as she loved me back, she didn't know what I felt when our lips touched. My eyes spark, and I feel alive. I could never be mad at her. I let it go, and again, reminded myself to kiss her later today, because I think we both needed it. A few days passed, and our talking to each other might have increased, or it might have diminished completely. But June looked my in the eye, and spoke harsh words, out of the blue. I nearly collapsed against the wall.

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