I’m so sorry. I am so sorry for everything.

What’s the point of keeping in touch with the girl you’re crazy about, when you’re dying?

I will hunt you down. I will scour the streets of Los Angeles for you. Search every street in the Republic if I have to. I will trick you and deceive you, lie, cheat and...

I turn even more flustered when I remember that I have actually pistol-whipped him in the face before. Romantic.

I received my parents’ permission and went into the Navy on June 3, 1941.

I’m supposed to hate you for what you did, I think. But her eyes linger on me in a way that refuses to let me.

June,” Day murmurs. I feel a strange warmth at the sound of my name on his lips.

It means, Day, that you’re dying.

Someone’s going to be very pleased to see you.””I don’t think the Elector will be as excited as you think.””I wasn’t talking about the Elector.”My heart jumps at that.

How did it get so late so soon?

But every now and then, when I steal a glance at the Girl, or feel her eyes on me, I helplessly drift back to thinking about her.

The Republic’s most wanted criminal is just a boy, sitting before me, suddenly vulnerable, laying all his weaknesses out for me to see.

I’m not loyal enough to the Republic to stamp that loyalty right on my face. Leave that to June.

June will break your heart. I can see it already. She’ll shatter you into a million pieces.

I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.

Her sadness makes her impossibly beautiful, like snow blanketing a barren landscape.

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.

I’d gotten someone killed.The price people seem to pay for crossing my path.

I certainly don’t understand all these strange new feelings inside me–am I here because I love him, or because I owe him?

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She’s pretty in a way that distracts me just like she did in the Skiz ring. No, pretty’s not the right word. Beautiful.

Green was the silence, wet was the light,the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

What a joke! Poor little rich girl’s fallen in love with the Republic’s most famous criminal.

Stay safe. I want to see you again when all this is done.

He took my hand and held it against his chest, “Feel that? It beats for you.

Before I can say anything else, he steps forward and takes my face in his hands. Then he’s kissing me one last time.

Lots of people go mad in January. Not as many as in May, of course. Nor June. But January is your third most common month for madness.

I’m June.

My forever’s end quickly

I’ve never thought of describing her beauty as delicate, because delicate just isn’t a word that fits June… but here, now that she’s sick, I realize just how fragile she can be.

He is beauty, inside and out.He is the silver lining in a world of darkness.He is my light.

At this moment, all I’m thinking about is what I’d give up for the chance to kiss her or to run my fingers through her dark hair.

June cackled with delight, muttering, “Whoops!” as a car almost killed them.

Sometimes, the sun sets earlier. Days don’t last forever, you know. But I’ll fight as hard as I can. I can promise you that.

Please promise to take the very best care of my only girl. With so much love my heart might split in two…

I find myself pausing to admire her face.For a brief moment, I’m lost to my surroundings.

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I ALMOST KISSED THE GIRL LAST NIGHT.

i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.

I’ve been searching a long time for something I think I lost. I felt like I found something when I saw you back there.

June suns, you cannot store themTo warm the winter’s cold,The lad that hopes for heavenShall fill his mouth with mould.

He returns my smile. His teeth are beautiful, the loveliest I’ve seen so far on these streets.

June has never looked more beautiful than she does now, unadorned and honest, vulnerable yet invincible.

You led the soldiers right to my family’s door. You’re the reason they’re dead.

I realizedJune had never beenjust a monthmusic…never just a trembleon my lipswarmth was nevermerely a blanket.

You’re brilliant,”he says.”But you’re a fool to stay with someone like me.”I close my eyes at the touch of his hand.”Then we are both fools.

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Goodnight, June.

He loved you.

He’s right. I can’t deny it. I am the reason Day lost everything that matters to him.