Chapter 1

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A/N: There's no beta reader so I'm sorry for any mistakes. I hope you enjoy this. Has anyone seen the graphic novel? Well, the pictures are great but it was too short for me. :( I hope you all enjoy this!

Daniel. He goes by Daniel now. He looks at me with eyes that are forgiving. He touches me with hands that are unknowing. Is it possible for me to be in love with somebody who exists no more? I fear that Day never did return from his coma. He's grown and matured, but so have I. Does that mean I'll still love him? I never thought there was a way for me not to love him. Yet now, standing before Daniel I can't help but feel the immense distance of time.

He checks over his shoulder and frowns. It isn't the frown I was used to seeing – the angry one. He used to be so angry at the world he lived in. At least that much has gone from him. Suddenly, I know what to say. "Come on," I speak, and the irony isn't lost. Sometimes my dreams are about his return. Other times, they are mere memories. Most leave me staring at the ceiling for all of the night. Most are recurring, like the memory of how we met. It was less by chance than anything. I was sent to find him, and I clearly found the physical Day, but I never did find the Day I had been searching for until long after our greeting. In fact, that Day never existed – not in Day himself. My brother's killer was whom I wanted to find. I just didn't realize I had already met him. The real Day saved me and his words were so simple, but I tend to keep a sharp memory. He extended a hand and spoke those very words I just repeated.

Day frowns. He hesitates, and I wonder if he remembers that evening as well. He looks at me with an expression that wasn't uncommon before. He studies me like I used to study him. Those eyes though healed still remember. They still know the harsh ways of our world. We begin our short walk. He and I stay silent. There's so much I want to say to him, so many questions. But I know if I ask any one of them, it might jog his memory. I refuse to bring his pain back to him. I worked so hard to make him forget it.

"You could help me, you know," he finally says. The edge to his words cut deep. That edge was what I loved in him before. He wasn't disciplinary. He wasn't cocky. He wasn't privileged or thought himself to be of much worth. But he wasn't weak. His words were brisk, like they were rare and every one of them meant something. It brings a lump to my throat hearing him speak with that familiar characteristic.

"I could," I agree distantly and shake my head. My hair finds my ponytail and absently plays with it. He watches me out of the corner of his eye.

"Why won't you?" he questions. There is no whiny tone to his voice. He is merely shocked that I won't help him with such a simple task. I take a deep breath.

"Because I didn't mean enough to you to explain it," I lied. I was many things to Day. I was his love. I was who fought with him. I was also pain, and darkness, and death to him. I was the one who brought his world crashing down upon him. I was the one who started it all, who killed his brother and mother. And I was the girl he could never forget yet did.

Day paused in his step before continuing. Now he openly stared at me. I blinked quickly to keep from showing the tears I wanted so badly to let free. Why was he here? I was living my life. I was continuing. I lost my brother, but I never lost Day. He had just moved away to me. He never happened. Now I got to feel the strain of losing a person who was still alive, still beating.

"I find that hard to believe, June," he spoke. I stopped walking all together and clamped my hand over his mouth to hold back a sob. He said my name. He said my name without all the emotion behind it. It was like we had just met and he was unsure using my name. Where was the lust behind it? Where was the world-stopping love in it? Maybe to take away the pain he had to take away everything else, and none of it will ever come back. It's for his best, I tell myself, but not for mine.

"I have to go," I breathe into the chilling air. "There's her building. Floor four, first apartment."

"Wait, June-," he began, and I whimpered as he clamped onto my wrist. His touch was soft and cautious, nothing like it used to be. My heart stops. I can't breathe. I turn around and see exactly what I feared. He was confused, and maybe even a little hurt, but he wasn't angry. He wasn't mad for something so little. He wasn't him.

"I'm sorry, Day, but I just can't be here," I didn't look into his eyes as I tugged my hand away. Secretly, I was hoping for him to follow me, for us to run together and scale buildings and find his brother, for us to go back to those times that we had thought were nothing but over the years became my everything. I lived in those moments. We weren't trying to save the world; we were trying to survive something so brutal nobody dared to speak a word about it. But it was there – this darkness. It infected me, and I poisoned his family because of it.

And it's good he forgot. It's good he won't have to have the horror of knowing the peak of your life happened in such a messed up world. It's good not knowing that the death of his family members brought him to somebody who meant so much to him.

When he was out of sight, I started to sprint to the only place I could think of. He was the only person who didn't remind me of the Day I learned to know. He reminded me of the Day I was sent to track down, the Day I could pretend to hate, the Day I could forget about with Metias' presence. So I went to his grave for the second time today.

Tears blur my vision so much I stumble once or twice when I enter the smooth hall. I wipe frantically at my eyes and fall in a heap in front of his tomb. For a long while, I don't say anything. I just sit and wipe my eyes. Other people come and pass by. Nobody dares to comfort or speak to me just as I don't bother to look to them. Few people come up here anymore, and eventually I conclude I am on my own. I heard the doors open an even number of times.

My bleary eyes look up. "He's here, Metias. He's back." Metias never met Day personally, and I cannot imagine what his reaction to this would be. That thought sobers me up a bit. I sniffle and stop the tears.

"Toughen up, June-bug," would probably be all he would know to say. He'd wrap an arm around me and tell me to talk because talking is better than crying.

"I worked so hard to forget him. And now that he's back, I see that he's just as gone as he ever was." Silence encases the room and I take a deep breath. I whisper my ultimate fear. "What if he is somebody I don't love?" The wisp of a hand caresses my face, or maybe I imagine it. I sit and let the tears roll silently down my face. "I wish you were here. I wish he was here." I brush my hair back. I wish for someone I remember.

I clear my throat and stand up, walking to the door. When I open it, I feel eyes watching me from behind. Turning around, nobody is there. I blame it on my ghost of Metias. It's late and I need to get home.

. . .

The next day, I go to train as usual. Mornings are better for me than nights. I can feel the air push through my lungs as I run the track. My heads clears as I force myself to forget the night before. I can go on just as before. Day is back, but he doesn't have to be in my life. It will only make him sadder, and I want him to be honest to goodness happy. If that means he's not the same as I remember, then so be it. As long as his life is good, mine can be, too.

A call disrupts my run, and I transfer it to my earpiece. I am met with frantic screaming. "Where were you last night? You spent another birthday alone! I am failing as a friend, aren't I?"

For the first time, I feel guilty about my actions last night. I sigh and decide to give her the truth. "I couldn't do it, Tess. He's too much." I admit, hanging my head in defeat. I am strong. I should be able to face Day. But it's not Day anymore.

"He misses you, June," Tess's voice is quiet, like she hates saying it. I stop dead in my tracks. He misses me? He doesn't know me. He doesn't remember anything about me. He couldn't possibly miss me…could he? No. I can't think like that. It will only give me false hope. I cannot afford that.

"Don't toy with me, Tess," I growl, starting my run again. She begins to speak. "I have to finish my run. Goodbye."

I end the call before my emotions get the best of me. Shaking my head, I focus on making up for the lost time by sprinting. I have eighteen minutes left to do three miles. It'll be a stretch, but I've done it before.

Ten minutes later, another distraction catches me so off guard I almost fall. He is here. Day is right there running alongside Pasco. I could kill my friend. Tess must have sent him with Day. They don't seem to notice me, however, and I debate about cutting my run short. Instead, I decide to lengthen it. Leaving won't vanquish my curiosity. I don't intend to be in Day's life. I don't intend to bring him or me pain.

But my heart starts to constrict at the thought of not finding out if he was doing well.

I pick up my pace slowly until I am within hearing range of Pasco and Day. Pasco is doing most of the talking to my disappointment, and it's mainly small talk. There's nothing I hate more than small talk. "So the boy, who only just turned fifteen, walks up to me and starts to ask me how to do this drill. When I send him back to the drill, he does the exact opposite of what I say. Eventually he dropped the weight bar onto his foot and is in a cast." Pasco snorts and shakes his head. "These kids hardly know shit these days."

I roll my eyes. He always has something fundamental to whine about. Tess always handles him well and diverts the topic. I watch Day's reaction, just to see if he's changed completely. The old Day I knew wouldn't have found it as funny as Pasco.

With a soft huff, Day glances over his shoulder and his short hair almost brushes his opposite one. I know I should have moved to avoid being seen, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. His eyes were already mid-roll, and my body sags in relief. Is there a chance he didn't change as much as I feared?

Day did a double take and turned around fully. He looked very surprised. For a second, I waited on his reaction. Would he say something? Would he remember the few times we ran together?

However, my mind knew it had to escape. I lowered my head and ran to his right side. His eyes followed me, bright and brilliant as ever. "Ju-,"

"Excuse me," I murmured and sprinted to the finish by my bag. I didn't look up once until I was by my car. From the parking lot, I could see Day and Pasco. Day's head was tucked and they were racing, but there was a crease in his forehead, like he was troubled. I sucked in a sharp breath. It physically hurt being so near him, knowing more things about him than he does, and also knowing he won't ever figure those things out.

. . .

After work, I was ransacked. Tess, Pasco, and Eden surrounded me. I saw this coming sooner or later. If I kept these close encounters up with Day, they would surely grow aggravated. I sighed and shouldered my bag, looking between them. "What is it now?" I pinched the bridge of my nose. They were watching me carefully, I realized with a start. I squared my shoulders.

"First off, happy birthday," Tess squeezes my shoulder. I smile tightly at her.

"Thank you."

Eden gives me a pained expression. "What are you doing, June? Tell him."

I glare at him. "You know I can't. For what he's done, he deserves to be happy."

Eden argued, "For what he's done, he doesn't deserve to feel like a child." That comment caught me by surprise. "The past ten years, he's tried his hardest to remember. He hates not remembering. He plays it off well, but I am no help to him. You are the only one who was by his side for the majority of his memory loss, June."

My cheeks heated. I nodded curtly. "He should remember, not be told stories."

Tess grabbed my hand earnestly. "He remembers with you around! Day came to the hospital buzzing about a memory you brought out from him when he saw you running this morning."

Fear laced my throat closed momentarily. My eyes went wide and I looked vehemently to her. "What did he remember?"

She shook her head, slightly saddened. "He didn't say. He wasn't upset about it. We scanned his brain. June, he is physically remembering."

I closed my eyes and pushed the tears away. No. This couldn't be happening. I didn't push him to the back of my mind for the last ten years just so he could remember all the pain again. "No," I shook my head and practically begged, but I didn't know who to beg. "He-,"

"He wants this, June. He's learned to move on from our family's deaths." Eden said nervously, like he was withholding something. I watched his hands twiddle with the hem of his shirt. His eyes wouldn't meet mine.

"What are you hiding?" I asked. Eden groaned.

"A while ago, I told him that the past held memories that made him an entirely different person. I didn't realize…I was just a kid," he mumbled, finally looking into my eyes. "You recognized it, too. I know you did. You saw he's not completely…him."

I nodded, not exactly following. Tess explained it. "For the past ten years, he's felt that about himself, June." She gave me a second to let that sink in. "Can you imagine? He hates that he's changed, that he's missing information that made him Day."

"He's willing to pay you ten thousand notes if you help him regain the crucial memory, dammit." Pasco, always low tempered, finally shouted. My heart stopped. Nobody saw this coming, not even me. Day wanted to regain the pain, knowing full well that it made him a totally different person. If he was any bit still himself, he wouldn't stop until he remembered.

A/N: Thoughts? Good or bad? I'm guessing this will be about five chapters, more or less this length. It's short, yes, but their love won't take forever. Please review, follow, favorite, and/or PM me! I know this isn't commonly read (boooooo) so let's get thee reviews before the next chapter? Pweassee?