.:|3rd Person pov|:.

Jack stood and closed June's eyes, sliding her fragile eyelids over the glassy, unseeing orbs. She was almost his temperature, she was so cold. He walked over to the Guardians, who were standing in a huddle, and he glared at Tooth. He glanced back at June once, seeing her sisters tend to her body, and then he jumped into the air, looking at the Moon briefly, but it didn't offer him any reassurance. It looked empty and deserted, Manny's face nowhere to be seen upon its surface.

He flew to Tooth Palace and looked for his memories. He snatched the teeth, and saw a tube right next to it that was glowing slightly. He reached out and as his hand got closer, it glowed brighter. The face on the side was a girl with short blond hair and green eyes, smiling widely. He got the attention of one of the fairies out of the flock of fangirls following him. "Hey, do you know why this one is glowing?"

The fairy put her hand near it and it didn't glow, but when Jack put his hand near it, it went crazy. The fairy hesitated, but pulled it out of its niche and slipped it into his hoodie pocket. "Thanks. What do they mean when they're right next to each other like that?"

The fairy chirped, but he didn't understand any of it.

"Um, thanks, but I didn't get any of that. I'll just figure it out on my own." Jack jumped off of the platform and flew to Burgess park again, and seeing the wreckage of the battle, he closed his eyes tightly and sat in a tree, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes. "Why? I don't even know who you are anymore, Summers. Why can't things just go back to the way they were? Before I was a Guardian, when we were still best friends. Now, everything is just messed up. You're dead by your own hand, I'm confused, Tooth was hiding something from me, Sandy apparently almost got shot by Pitch again, North was taken down in a few sword strikes, and the Kangaroo is still an idiot."

"Hey!"

Jack turned around in surprise. "Bunny! I didn't know you were here. How long were you standing there?"

"A while. I heard most of it. I'm sorry mate. What did Summers do?"

Jack groaned and put his head in his hands again. "I don't even know. She said she was a girl, awkward moment, Daughter of the Sun, etcetera etcetera, she knew me in my past life and Tooth was withholding my memories, said I watched her die the first time, said something in French to me, I have no idea what it meant-"

"French?"

"Yeah, I have no idea. The whole thing was weird. But I'm pretty sure my best friend for a hundred years is a girl. And went blind as she died just now. So yeah, I'm pretty confused."

Bunny hopped over. "Aye, we're just as confused as you are." He took out an egg and began to paint, as a way to relieve stress.

The branch Jack was sitting on crackled with frost. "She also stabbed herself."

"What?"

"Yeah. With the same knife she- the same knife- the same-" he stuttered, then pulled up his sweatshirt, examining his stomach. His hoodie was soaked through with blood, both his own and June's, and his hoodie was caked into the wound, making a horrible wet peeling noise and he fell backwards off the branch from the pain. It was about an inch deep, stopping just short of his vital organs, slicing through muscle tissue, and there was a corresponding slit in his sweatshirt. "Ouch," he said simply, examining the stab.

Bunny helped him to his feet. "Let get you some help for that. I think it's the most severe wound anyone's gotten tonight, the rest of us are fine."

"What about the Sun Warriors?"

Bunny stopped mid-step. "They tried to kill us!"

"And now both of their leaders are dead!"

"They killed one of their own!"

"She was a traitor!"

"She was aiming for you!"

"She tried to kill June!"

"John tried to kill us!"

"No she didn't! She could have, but she saved Sandy from Pitch and took all of you guys down single-handedly without permanently harming anyone! She killed her own mom to save us!"

"You got it bad, mate."

That statement, which wasn't part of the argument, threw Jack. All he could think of to say was, "Wha-?"

"You got it bad for 'her'. And there's almost nothing worse than falling for a dead person. Listen, you only like her because she saved your life and was filling your head with a load of mumbo-jumbo that meant squat! Let her go. Summers probably isn't even a girl."

"No. She said not to forget her."

"Letting go isn't forgetting. Letting go is accepting," Bunny said softly, not wanting to anger Jack in his current state.

"I will never accept it. Not now, not ever. She is not dead, only missing. Lost. Temporarily gone. On vacation from life. But not dead. Never dead." Jack yanked his hoodie off and pressed his hand to his wound, letting ice slowly creep in and disinfect it. The teeth rattled in his pocket, banging against each other, drawing both of their attention. They stared at each other for a long moment.

Then Bunny lunged for the sweatshirt, but Jack danced back, out of the way. He snatched up both tubes and rubbed the surface of his golden cylinder with his thumb first, transporting himself back into his own memories of when he was alive, collapsing backwards.

Memories flashed before his eyes, showing a small scene before dissolving into multicolored rhombus-shaped tiles. This time, he saw a small glimpse of yellow, and when the memory started to dissolve, he concentrated and paused the memory, fighting hard to keep it that way. He almost thought he heard a whisper of Tooth's voice, urging him to move onto the next memory, but he focused on it, making it louder, then forced it away, shoving Tooth out of his memories for good. Suddenly, he remembered everything, but he wanted to view the memories themselves.

He watched as he pulled the splash of yellow, a girl, into the woods. She tripped, and he got a better look at the girl in yellow as his past self carried her. She had chin length pale blond hair with green barrettes and grass green eyes, and a spraying of freckles across her cheeks. It was the girl from the other box of teeth. She grinned cheerfully and laughed, staring off into the distance. When he got a closer look at her, her green eyes were clouded over, but their brightness made it seem otherwise from a distance. She was obviously blind. She had on a thin yellow sundress that made her look younger than she was, and coupled with her short height, she looked to be about fifteen. She looked oddly similar to... Summers.

The two of them walked once around the perimeter of the lake, then she extended her hands and spoke. She gently laid her hands on his face, then traced his face in the same way June had done when she was dying and had said she was blind again. The sudden realization hit him like a bag of wet cement.

The blond girl was June, before she died. His past self leaned in like he was going to kiss her, but he hesitated a centimeter away. So June closed the gap. It could have been that she lost her balance, or she meant to do it. Either way, it looked like he was going to deepen it, and June looked like she was going to go with it, when he peeled himself away and walked backwards. June looked sad, worried, and disappointed. "Did I do something wrong?" The question echoed slightly, allowing Jack to hear.

They sat at the edge and chatted, then she wrapped her arms around him at something he asked. It looked like she was going to kiss his cheek, but he turned his head and their lips collided accidentally. They seemed to be enjoying it.

He walked her home and spoke to her parents, then a few hours later watched himself climb up to her window, without a shirt, and was about to knock when he saw bright red substance. He gasped and pressed his face up against the window. He watched as she calmly held the pocket knife up to her arms and legs and slice them open methodically. She spoke as she continued, as his past self watched in shock and sorrow.

"Loser!"

"Freak!"

"Undesirable!"

"Undeserving!" She kept mumbling as she cut the skin on her abdomen, then both his past and present selves looked away as she took off her top to staunch the bleeding.

When they both looked back, she was wearing a dark brown dress, with long sleeves and a floor length skirt. His past self made a creaking noise on the windowsill and the two (from the past) froze in place, unmoving.

Then June let him in, and future Jack came in too, to watch. He watched him place her hands on his arms, and he currently glanced down at his bare arms. His sweatshirt was nowhere to be seen. So that's where those scars came from. He rubbed at them absentmindedly, the same way Summers always rubbed at her hip.

Then, his hearing was enhanced, and he could hear things he couldn't hear at the time. He overheard the conversation between June's parents, blushing along with her, but frowned at June's slightly worried expression.

They chatted a little more after June shivered, and then he went with himself a little ways along, but decided to hang around June's house. He saw a few people, and then a small light lit up their faces. It was a few local creeps June had rejected unknowingly. They lit up a few torches, then set the house on fire. Jack clenched his fists in anger. It was their fault she died. It was their fault. They killed her. They murdered her. They are murderers. Then, a gruesome though came to him. I hope they got what they deserved. He shuddered and watched the rest of the scene play out.

His past self had to be restrained at some point as he tried to dive through a wall of fire to get to June, who was trapped. Then, he heard her scream. It was bloodcurdling, the sound of a dying animal. He screamed back in response, and she screamed again, never ending, continuing until it stopped abruptly, cut off. Silenced.

Forever.

He was pulled out of his memories so fast he got vertigo, doubling over and clutching the teeth tightly. He tumbled out of someone's arms, hitting the ground with a thud and reopening his wound. Before he got a chance to register his surroundings, he brushed his thumb along the glowing surface of June's teeth box, transported into her memories.

All of her memories were a sea of blackness, defined only by the other four senses. Waves of sound washed over him, confusing him madly. He spun in circles, trying to gain his bearings, and finally just sat down in the ground and prepared himself to listen. He heard the conversation between the two, and he cringed at how obvious it was that he had a crush. He heard the conversation between her parents, and finally, he was zapped into brightness, but half brightness. One half of his vision was black, like what she saw, and the other half was what was happening. She climbed out of bed and fetched her siblings, got them out the window, told him to get back. Then, he watched from inside the room as her dress went on fire and her flesh reddened with angry burns. She closed the curtains and collapsed on the ground, sobbing. Then, there was a large creaking noise, and she was pinned to the dirt ground under the burning wreckage of the second floor. He realized she stayed silent as the house fell on her. It wasn't until her skin peeled back and her back started to break that she screamed. Then the rest of the house fell a little more, splitting her spine and breaking her ribs. Her skin was seared off and her flesh consumed by the fire, her bones turning to ash before her unseeing eyes. She screamed bloody murder the whole time, until the rest of the house came down on top of her and buried her, covering her completely, muffling her dying cries for the next few minutes until she passed out.

Later that year, the moon awoke her, reconstructing her body from the ashes. He saw her get frustrated and freak out with the whole mirror thing, and then he came flying into the clearing, and his own memory kicked in.

He was sucked back out again, but was immediately pulled into another one, this time one of his own.

He was kneeling by a grave, clutching a forget-me-not in his hand so tightly, the stem almost snapped. A tear dripped off his nose and hit the ground in front of the tombstone, onto the fresh dirt.

The inscription read:

R.I.P.
June Summers
1703-1720
Age seventeen
Beloved daughter, sister, and lover.
We miss you. Please come back. ~Bobby and Gabby, siblings
We are sorry for not telling you we love you more often. ~Mom and Dad, parents
I love you. I will never forget you, June, mon chérie, ma amour. ~Jackson Overland, lover

He placed down the flower gently, then laid on his side, tears sliding down his face. It was a pseudo grave, where they had buried a few things of hers. Nothing had survived the fire, but Jack had a few things of hers that he had kept, and he also put in the teddy bear he was going to give to her in the small box, along with her cloak that Emma had borrowed a while ago and never returned, and Jack found the pocket knife she had used a few feet away from the site. He had carried it around with him ever since, occasionally pricking his finger or slicing his arm, remembering her. He felt like he had a piece of her with him.

He touched his tears and stared at his wet fingers uncomprehendingly. "Oh, June. I wish you were here. I miss you so much. I love you Junie, mon chérie, ma amour. And don't you forget it." His present self was a lot less confused now. June had called him the same things in French as she died.

He watched his past self talk to June's fake grave for a while before he fell asleep, a blanket of snow covering him. He woke up in the morning and stretched, shaking the snow off of him. When he walked back home, his parents didn't question him. He had been doing the same thing every n
ight, go to June's grave, talk to her, fall asleep, wake up, pretend to care that he was now courting so-and-so.

His mom put her hand on his shoulder while his father looked on with concern. "Jack, are you alright? You have a date with Tina Cornbleuth this morning in about an hour-"

"I don't give a damn about the stupid courting rituals!" he yelled, making fists, then bringing them up to his head, pressing them against his temples, trying to calm down. He took a deep breath. "Look, I'm sorry I shouted, but I lost almost everything that matters to me, including half of my sanity, to that fire. I can't take this anymore, pretending I care about some stupid girl I don't even know the name of and couldn't be bothered to remember if I wanted to who has probably been fawning over me since we were five. I know it's been about six months already, but I'm still not over her. I never will be. I love her even though she's dead. And I don't care."

He grabbed his ice skates and Emma's hand, taking her with him. "We're going ice skating."

"Be careful!" He mother called anxiously.

Past-Jack smiled a little, looking like his old self again if it weren't for the pain in his eyes. "We will." He forced a laugh and a grin before Emma tugged him along.

Then present-Jack closed his eyes and forced his way out of the memory, not wanting to relieve his own death again.

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He bolted upright, gasping, clutching at his stomach and he hit his forehead on something hovering over him. He moaned and fell back again, his other hand on his head. He kept his eyes closed, dreading the sight he could possibly see. He snatched up his hoodie and slipped it over his bloody torso. He hesitantly sat up again and looked around. He was still looking around when his eyes came to rest on the spot where June's body had been. He almost screamed. He had watched her die, twice, and he hadn't even remembered her until now, he had slept next to her pseudo grave for six months, he was not going to deal with that again. He bit his lower lip so hard it bled, but he didn't register the pain until a delicate finger tried to wipe away the dripping blood. He jerked backwards, away from the hand, into a tree. He hit his head again and suppressed a groan, standing up and stumbling over to the spot where June's body had laid.

A little girl crept out from the tree line, and he recognized her as the girl he had thrown the spear at, who June had called Abby. He walked over to her carefully. "Hi there," he said cautiously.

She shied away, but couldn't really move due to a limp. Jack covered his hand with his sweatshirt sleeve and rested his hand on her shoulder. "I won't hurt you, I promise. I just need to know what the other Sun Warriors did with June's body."

"So you finally remember her?"

"Um, yes?"

"She talked in her sleep, always saying your name, and one night she woke up screaming so loudly I couldn't hear for the rest of the day, crying in her sleep and yelling 'Jack! Jack!' over and over again. We didn't know what it meant, and then she was reconditioned, so she forgot everything."

"But what about her body?" He had to control himself, so as not to freeze this whole place in his anger.

"I don't know. It turned into ash and was pulled up into the sunlight."

"It's nighttime," he whispered.

He stood up straight and stared at the moon, feeling a tugging in his gut, urging him up.

Tooth flew forward and laid a hand on his arm. He shook her off viciously. "Jack-"

"Haven't you done enough?" he spat coldly, glaring at her, his body language clearly displaying fury and disgust.

"What did I-"

He didn't even let her finish her question. "You know what you did. You tampered with my memories."

"What did I leave out-"

"A lot. I barely saw anything, and now, I know everything. It's all up here." He tapped his temple, refocusing his gaze on the Moon.

"I'm sorry Jack, but I thought it was for the best-"

"You mean the best for you? So I would consider asking you out? It didn't work." He didn't look away from the Moon. "I always considered you more of a sister anyway." He sighed a little. "I found a glowing tooth case right next to mine."

Tooth seemed surprised. "But when the two cases are next to each other like that, it means the two are soulmates."

"Wonderful," he said bitterly.

He kept looking at the Moon, and on impulse, he flew straight up, a determined look on his face as he zipped forward. He was grabbed and brought back to Earth, shouting like a madman. "No! I'm supposed to! Let me go!" They weren't working.

Finally, he took in a deep breath and yelled one last sentence.