He looked confused.


"Do you really not remember? The blond girl, you took her to the lake, kissed a few times, asked to be her suitor, caught her slitting her wrists in her bedroom? You don't remember climbing in her window shirtless to ask her to go swimming, showing her your scars- and I know they're there, you let me feel them- and then watched as her house burned down with her inside? Seeing her get her twin siblings out but being trapped herself, closing the shades so you didn't have to watch her die? You really don't remember screaming her name as she screamed back in agony as the building came crashing down on her? You don't remember June Summers? You don't remember the blind girl?" My voice cracked. "You don't remember me?"


He pulled away.


"I am June Summers, Spirit of Summer, Empress of the Fire Kingdom, Daughter of the Sun, Leader of the Sun Warriors. If you truly don't believe me, take off my shirt. Luckily I'm wearing a tank top. Otherwise, you shouldn't be surprised if my dead body comes back to life just to slap your beautiful face, that I finally got to see, with my eyes, instead of just feeling."


I stretched my hands up and as my vision morphed to darkness, blindness, I got my hands to touch his face. I traced across his cheekbones, my thumbs meeting on the bridge of his nose, brushing over his eyelids, outlining his face, then finally touching his lips. "I'm blind again. Bummer." I coughed viciously, feeling the blood drip down my chin. "But my eyes used to be green. Ask Tooth to see your memories again, but all of your memories this time, including the ones of me that she must have left out. I love you." I closed my eyes, not like it did anything, and pulled my hands back, rubbing the scar on my hip with my thumb. "I'll miss you. You were an awesome friend." I let my body cool down, let the blood flow freely, bubbling and boiling hot, congealing. I got cold, almost normal body temperature, and I felt someone's hand in mine, pressure being applied to my gaping stomach wound. I just sighed, coughing more than before, trying not to spray blood. "The spear got my lung," I whispered.


I felt hot, warm hands pick me up and move me. My t-shirt was sliced open by the blades resting on my chest and I was doused in boiling water, cleansing me. A small, warm hand, Abby's, grasped mine and squeezed anxiously. I gasped a little. I was drenched, in my tank top, but I was on the verge of passing out.


"Don't worry about me. I'm not worth it," I whispered, my eyes darting around frantically, unseeing. I listened and used my other senses to grab onto Jack's hoodie. "Promise you'll never forget me. Let me die in peace. I'm never going to make it anyway. Live your life without me."


I grabbed my staff and the feel of the wood comforted me. I took my broken katana and stabbed myself through the heart with it, sinking it up to the hilt and leaving it there. "Make sure there is still summer for me, will you?"


I left my eyes open and smiled softly, remembering when I was alive, and the hand on my hip stopped moving, my staff rolled away, and my hand went limp on the hilt of the blade in my chest. I lost consciousness.