Day
I watch in despair as June runs back into the burning building, knowing in my heart she will never make it out alive. I make a mad dash to stop her and then realize it is a waste of my breath. I turn and head towards the window, just in time to catch John as he tumbles out of the opening. I wait a moment but then accept that June is not coming. I collapse, sobbing, not even knowing why. I cry out for June, the girl I might have loved but lost within seconds. I don't remember anything beyond that point. It was all a blur. Going home, sitting on the couch and crying for days.
A week after the accident, I am a mess. My hair sticks out and I wear sweats with a t-shirt. A knock rouses me from a nap and I reluctantly rise and walk to the door. To my surprise Tess stands outside, along with 5 men in black suits and John, June's son. Just the thought of never seeing her again makes me furious. She was so fierce and delicate at the same time and full of secrets. I gesture for them to step inside, confused and embarrassed of my clothing.
"Daniel Wing?" says one of the men.
"That's me," I reply.
"Gentlemen, before you spring this on him, can I have a few minutes with Daniel, alone please?" asks Tess. I wonder what is going on, but before I can ask, Tess speaks.
"Daniel, after June's, ummmm, well, her, uh, passing, you are the legal guardian of John, and his father. June put him in your care in case of her passing along with her journal. I think you should read it." she says.
I stare at Tess in shock and then grab the book from her hands. Tess leaves with the men, promising to be back tomorrow with more legal forms. I don't know what to think. So, I do the only thing I can do, I read.
My Dearest Day,
If you are reading this, then I am dead. I feel now that you deserve to know these secrets, and so here I have put together an account of all our times together.
As I flip through the pages, I am amazed by all the lost memories, but then they begin to come back. Slowly at first, but then in an intense wave of memory. I can remember kissing her and going on incredible adventures with her and my mind is filled with one thought: I LOVE JUNE IPARIS.
Day,
In the entries to follow, I shall discuss with you the joys of bringing up our son. It has been odd, very odd being a pregnant 18 year old. But the comments aren't nearly as bad as the stares. I have taken a long break from work. I am still overjoyed to be carrying our child. I have named our son John, after your brother. Every day I thank god for John and the amazing sacrifice he made for you. I know how much you miss and him, I am truly sorry.
As I read, I am astonished by the memories coming to me and how much I have missed of my son's life. I am filled with an undeniable pain and love for June and my son. I feel that the only thing I can do for June now is carry out her legacy by bringing up John. I leave the house with that thought filling my mind. John is the only part of June I have left and I will be a good father, I must. It is what June would want.
June
As the burning timbers crumble above me, I cry out for Day. And then Metias appears. He wraps me in his arms, comforting me as tears stream down my face.
"Forever and ever, kid, until you're sick and tired of seeing me," he whispers.
Metias is dead. He can't be here. Why is he here? Where is Day? I am confused and I don't want to find answers, I just cry softly into Metias's arms. Then I realize, I am dead.
Okay, I am getting a lot of rude comments about killing June. I find these very offensive because I worked hard on this story, and I thought that it ended well. I chose this because it gives Day the chance to be a good father just like June would want. June ended up with Metias and Day's family, so that ended happily. This is my story and I would appreciate if people would at least give HELPFUL criticism and help me improve it.