Day
I wish I knew more about her. I wish I could remember. She's sitting across from me, going on about some story from the past. The past I can't remember. Everyone tells me that I'm in love with this girl, but how do they know? I'm not the same person as I used to be; I don't even know who I used to be.
I look at June and I don't understand how I ever fell in love with her. She's a paranoid mess that over analyzes everything. She probably knows I'm not paying attention to her right now by looking at the smallest detail on my face. But I look into her eyes and I feel…I just feel right. Those eyes, chocolate brown with hints of gold, just completely bring me to a whole different world. A world where I believe all the stories of my heroic deeds. A world where I could actually be their champion.
I've heard all the stories. I've even seen the broadcasts that show me risking my life for the Republic. Whenever I watch the videos it feels like I'm just watching someone who just looks like me. I hated the Republic, why would I risk my life to save it from falling to the colonies? Every now and then I feel as if my memories are returning, but soon as I focus on them they start to slip through my fingers. It's as if the harder I try to grasp on to my past, the further away it gets.
Lately I've started believing that the problem isn't my memory. What if this is all a trap? A way for the Republic to keep me under control. After all, I was one of their most wanted criminals. This could all be a way of keeping me from causing trouble. I've spent years trying to uncover who I was in those forgotten months with no success.
"Day, are you okay?"
I snap back to reality. June definitely realised I wasn't paying attention. I always tell myself I should let her know how I'm feeling, but looking into her eyes makes me forget all of my troubles. I look into them now and I can't help but smile. Maybe it is all real. Maybe I do love this woman.
"Sorry I just got distracted. Everything's perfect. How about we get out of here?"
She gives me the classic June Iparis stare; she knows something is bothering me but respects me enough to leave it alone. I smile again and hold out my arm. She latches her arm on to mine and we head towards the door.
As we're walking I take a quick glance back at her eyes. I try to look away this time but I can't. What is it about her? Whenever I look at her I feel this sensation that starts in my chest and rises up to my face. Before I can hide the redness of my face June catches me staring at her. She quickly looks away and starts blushing. I can't help but smile. I put my hand on the back of her neck and pull her in for a kiss.
When our lips meet I feel as if the past doesn't matter anymore. All that matters is this moment right here, right now. She makes me forget all the pain of my missing memories, all of the ideas that this might be rouse. It's in these moments where I truly believe Daniel Altan Wing could be more than just a criminal.
Our lips separate and June tries to regain her composure. I grin and say, "June, have I flustered you? Is the famous really at a loss for words?"
She slaps me on the chest and gives me a serious look, which turns into a grin. "Shut up." She tries to look away but our eyes meet again and neither of us can look away. This time, it's June who moves in for the kiss. Our lips meet again and I feel as if I need nothing else in my life. I just wish I could remember.
June pulls away and walks ahead of me. I follow after her with all of my mixed feelings catching up with me. Is it possible to build a future with the pieces of my shattered memory?
