June
I was lying in bed half asleep and half awake, just enjoying the comfort and warmth of being surrounded by Day's arms. Even though he seemed pretty much asleep,his arms were holding me tight, like if he were afraid of letting me go. Perhaps he was, perhaps this time that we've spent together since we met again has woken up some of Day's older memories. Memories of me. Or perhaps he was just having another of his nightmares, the ones with his mother's death. The death I caused. But ,of course, he doesn't remember that, he just knows the older and grown up June, the June that lived all her life as a soldier, serving the now Republican Colonies of America. Not the June that he once loved, that June died the day his memories of her disappeared. Even though, I still remember that June and her time spent with Day. "We've been through so much" I think, letting myself go to the old days, the days when I first met him, the days that we've spent in the Lake, as enemies at first, and then as lovers because our love was more powerful than any hate, more powerful that any Colony or any Republic. But apparently, not powerful enough to defeat a memory loss. "Stop torturing yourself with that" I remind to myself that I am with Day again, that I am at his bed with him right now. That our love still remains. But it's not like it was because, as I once promised Tess, I'm going to be good to him . We've got a second chance to start fresh and I'm not going to waste it by being the old me, the June that wasn't good for Day. No, I'm a different June now, a better June.
Day suddenly wakes up, distracting me from my thoughts, and he looks desperately at me. I turn the lights on. "What's wrong, Day?" I ask but he doesn't reply, he just stays there staring at me with a confused look in his eyes like he doesn't remember who he is. "Oh please no, not this again" I think "Don't take his memories again". I shiver at the thought of Day forgetting all this months that we've spent together, the thought of losing him again. I control my panic and stabilize myself. "I won't lose him again". "Day, look at me." I say to him, holding his face with my hands. "I'm June. Don't forget me, please, I'm June. We met a few months ago, remember? Going to Tess's party…" My voice breaks before I can finish the sentence and a wave of panic runs through me when I still see that confused look on his eyes. "I'm June" I say before I start to cry "I'm June."
"June" he finally says, and his look changes. He doesn't have that strange confused look, I actually see something else in his look. Something that I thought I will never see again: I see recognition. He remembers me, the old me. "June" he says again, as if he wanted to taste the sound of my name on his lips. "I-I remember. June, I-"he stops and the biggest smile I've ever seen crosses his face. Then he leans over and kisses me, but this time he kisses me differently of the way he kissed me an hour ago. He kisses me like the 17 years old Day used to kiss me and finally, after all this years of suffering and loneliness, I 'm happy. I'm finally happy.
