I and June ran off to her apartment just as we make sure that the one who attacked us... especially me is gone and out of our way. The guard stationed outside just acknowledge June and doesn't even dare to let me join June on her way in. We waited for the elevator for a while and moved to the seventh floor, where June's apartment is in.

She quickly reached for her keys and opened the door. She ushered me in and doesn't hesitate to close the door and didn't think of opening the lights. She hurriedly move passed me and told me to make myself comfortable. She moved to the kitchen and scrambles over something.

"You know that this is just a scratch and it won't be pretty bad after all," I assured her.

I hear noise by the kitchen wherein even in the dark room, I know that she is trying to find the first aid kit.

"You can open the lights, you know."

June didn't answer. She finally came out of the kitchen after some minutes, a first aid box on hand and held my other hand for me to draw close to her and sit down on her bed. "I wouldn't be needing the light, you think so?" She then grabs some bandages and ointments from the kit. "This would hurt, okay?"

I look at her hands and noticed a bottle. It was only when she poured some hot liquid that I instantly flinch in pain and realize that it is a rubbing alcohol. She continue to work in silence and didn't even bother to ask me at all.

"I don't want to be so straight-forward, okay," I started. "But I want to fill in the awkward silence roaming between us. It's good to know each other much better, do you think so?"

I feel her hands slowly stop before continuing and making up with the bandages now. I even try to look at her eyes and see the burning glow of gold on her dark eyes even in this dark room. The moonlight seems to create shadows on her window to the curtains and the other details of the room is hard to distinguish.

"Maybe, you can share something about you, June. Since you know my memory issues won't do the job on sharing anything at all," I told her.

I hear her sigh and finally tie a knot in the end of bandaging my wounded arm. She finally look at me and she caught me staring at her. But I realize by that time that there's something on her eyes. There's a certain familiarity that I can't distinguished yet and there's a beautiful aura with her soul that I wanted to learn.

"My past... I don't know, I want to forget most of it, that's why I envy you that you does," she started.

I try to give her an assuring smile. "But it's like you can control those memories that you'll lose. I know that there are also some memories that you don't want to forget. Maybe, your first kiss or first love or even your high school years."

She laughs at me whole heartedly. "You're funny, Day. My school life is much worse than those who can't go to school but wanted to. You don't know how much burden it is when you got to be accelerated and study in advance, making you the youngest from you're supposed to be seniors."

"Okay, so I'll remove the idea of school years as part of a good memory. I may consider it bad one. How about your first love. Guess, it's something most people won't really want to forget," I told her.

She looked pass me for a while before finally nailing her eyes on the floor. "I don't know if it is a good one or bad one."

"Why? Does the boy that you have crush on just flipped you off? Does he break your heart? You know that he needs to know that you are not worth it, and you deserve better than to be turned down."

She smiled at me. "I know that Day. I know. But it's just different... our cases, you know. It was just that I lose my brother that I just met him. I cause him a lot of pain and still he loves me. I know that he did. And I don't want to lose him. But still..."

"Is he gone?" I suddenly ask. A certain urge at the back of my mind wanted to ask what really happen. And I really want her to know that it will be alright... since... What am I even thinking? I and June just met, I can't let it just slip off to the fact that I already love her. Maybe, just like? But love starts with simple infatuation, right?

"He's not gone," she replied. I can hear a faint voice of her breaking into sob. "He even didn't walk away. He just... move on, try to find another future as I find another one for me. And one day, I know that we'll cross each other's path again but in a different way. Very different from our very first meeting."

"How did you really met in the first place?"

"In a Skiz fight. He saved me. You know the rules with the Skiz fight, I guess."

"Of course. I've lived in the slum sectors before as a child. I know that dangerous game of bet. Even if I told you that I lose my memories, those memories where short-lived memories. Maybe memories a year before I lost them."

She nods at me. "It's chaos the moment that he throws a dust bomb in the field and reach out a hand at me. At that very instant, I know that he is very beautiful but I don't know him totally, until... I realized who he really is. We grow close to each other as we ran away from the Republic because I save him from them. And in a blink, things turned to move the other way. I don't know if the cause of us not ending together is because I'm born to the nobility, live and sleep with the elites of the Republic. And he, grows up in the slums, trying all he could to survive, and protected those he love with every bone he has."

"You know that I'm very popular within the slums before. Maybe I know him," I told her. "And if I met him, I'll make him remember about you. Do you want him to receive a punch next time?"

She sniffs and laughs at me. I didn't realize that tears are starting to fall from her innocent and beautiful eyes. "I know that you can't do that. And it is better that you don't know him. It's like you are someone to be feared by many. Your threats are so haunting and challenging."

I laugh. "You should know that about me. And you know that I hate seeing girls cry."

I didn't know what I was doing. But I just reach out to touch her cheeks and brush away her tears from her eyes. It is so intimate that I see her blush even in the dark. I just wonder if I'm also blushing. She just stays still when I run my thumb by the edge of her eyes to make the tears go away.

"Maybe, I really don't lose all my memories," I suddenly told her, softly and comforting. "The short-lived memories before I lose them, I mean." I moved closer to her and skims another hand at her other cheek that her face was now cupped on my hands. "You may find it indeed strange but I guess, I've already known you before, long back and I don't know who you are to me before. I just could say that I had dreams about you."

June just stares at me, quiet and listening. Calculating. As she always did. What? Calculating, as she always did? Did I really just ask that question inside my head? What's happening?

"Would you be angry if I asked you if I could—"

And then I was interrupted. June leans closer to me and let our lips brush softly for a while. My hands caressed her face and I urged for more. She slowly pulls away for our eyes to look at each other for a very short duration of time, only milliseconds, I guess, before I moved much closer, pull her face to me and kiss her again.

It's at that time that I lose control. I can feel something tugging inside me to stop and be reminded that I and June just met and know each other. We aren't even in a very close and strong relationship still. But then, I know deep down inside me that, if there's something I wanted to do in this new life of mine even if I lose the memories that I may want or not want to remember, I can assure myself that I want this. June is different from any other girls I've seen and something about her makes me want to remember, make me want to know what it is about her that makes me fall in love with her so fast.

My fingers gently slide into her tied up hair and in an instant, I didn't realize that I've removed the tail keeping her hair in place. Her hair falls softly behind her and on my arms. She hold onto my arms and embrace me to fall on top of her. I lean down and kisses her throat and my hands slowly moving to keep them firm by her waist.

What am I doing?

But I didn't want to stop. I pulled away for a while to see her eyes looking at me. Her eyes were filled with want and need. I also want and need her now, so badly. I keep reminding myself that I just met June but I don't care. If things have to go the wrong way, it won't be between me and June. My feelings for her were so sudden that even I was so surprised to hear myself saying those three words to her that would instantly change everything.

"I love you, June," I instantly blurted out. "I don't get to know a lot of girls to be like you. Billions of people will come and past but I know that deep down inside me, no one will be like you. Let me love you, June. But you know that if you can't love me, and you still love the boy, you're first love, I can easily let go." Those words were so familiar for me to say. It is like a script that I've memorized for so long already. It is a line that I've stated in a part of my life before. And that line is indeed perfect, I don't care because I can assure myself that my feelings are indeed true.

Something crosses June's eyes for a while before smiling at me and pulled me closer to her. Our foreheads touching and I feel her eye lashes by my cheeks when she closed her eyes. She muttered in the faintest voice that only I could hear, even I could barely hear and understand it if I'm not even listening to her and paying attention at all. But I did, that's why, it's not a mistake that I hear.

"No, Day. I love you." She then added, "You don't know how much I've already lost just to find that boy back. And now, I finally hear him say those words to me again."

And that's all that really matters. My question of who is the boy andwho is June Iparis in my life. It finally breaks me down and I lean down closerto her to kiss her again.