Legend Oneshots

An Utterly Pure Soul

Idk if this is cannon compliant, but I just wanted to write some angst and platonic comfort (because if the SOC fandom can do it with Kaz and Jesper, I can do it too 😤)
Also, shout out to my buddy Gabe for helping me edit this even though he's never read the Legend series 👏 what an OG
Also also, this takes place a year or so before Daniel gets his memories back
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JUNE

In the past nine years and two months, I've had my fair share of sleepless nights. They've ranged from horrendous nightmares that made it impossible to close my eyes again to thinking and not being able to stop. On nights like these, I've always done one of three things:

1. Go for a run.

2. Succumb to my emotions and sob/scream to myself until the sun rises or I have to get ready for work.

3. (The favorite of my well-meaning friends) Talk to someone.

So, I'm now standing at Tess' door at exactly eleven thirty five O'clock at night. Tears are streaming from my eyes in seemingly improbable amounts and my throat tightens up, remembering everything that happened tonight.

This all started when I got home from work.

I walked into the house Anden and I share. I knew something was off when I entered the door and saw rose petals scattered about the floor. The lights were dim, the only lighting being an array of candles leading to the living room. And in the living room was my boyfriend.

On one knee.

Holding out a ring.

And he was smiling. A smile so big and so full adoration that it felt almost intimate. I've seen that smile on many occasions. From slow dances in a crowded ballroom to movie marathons that stretch out until the crack of dawn. Which in turn, made my answer sting that much more.

It went about as well as expected. I mean, he's asked me to marry him multiple times. Each time always had an excuse that sufficed for the moment, but not this time.

Because this time we were both forced to come to terms with the real issue.

Before, he just thought I wasn't ready. After declining, he would always tell me "it's all good" and "we don't have to rush things." But this time, after years of dating and years of me telling him I didn't want to marry him just yet, he understood.

"This is about Day... isn't it?"

I immediately tried to cover it up with a stream of denial. Frantically explaining that "I'm completely over him, I only love you!" Of course he saw through it.

Ugly words were soon thrown at one another. Our frustration for the love we lost was seeping through and we couldn't stop. I said things I regret, he said things that I at least hope he would regret.

There was one thing he said that tipped me over the edge. To be honest, it was understandable, I have done nothing but string him along and reject his wishes for a future together. It's only reasonable that he's exasperated.

"Face the music, June!" He shouted in a tone I never heard from him before, "Day doesn't remember you and maybe that's a good thing, because then he won't have to deal with your selfish ass!"