Finding Him - Saving Her

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. The magnificent Marie Lu created the wondrous books. I am only showing you all what my imagination would be for how it continues from her ending.

A/N: So this is my little ending I've envisioned to post-Champion. It picks up right at the end of it. Um, I've also never used Wattpad before so I'm totally new to you and how my story is spread. Well, I hope somebody reads (and likes) it!

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 breathing.

"I find that hard to believe, June," he spoke. I stopped walking all together and clamped my hand over my mouth to hold back a sob. He said my name. He said my name without all the dark 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.