Our Life Together

Chapter Twenty

Relief pulses through my veins. I release a breath I didn't realize I was holding. Everyone's worried faces are replaced with relieved looks. I immediately wrap my mother in a hug, both of us glad our true love is safe. When we pull apart, she whispers, "Do you want to see the telegram?" in my ear. I nod and take the piece of paper from her.

My dearest America, I am so glad to tell you that Flynn and I have safely arrived in New Asia. We successfully landed in New Asia with one of the Italian's planes. We were close to walking inside the airport, but when they saw us they got us at gunpoint as quick as possible. Flynn and I were able to talk them into letting us talk to their leaders. We are still being closely monitored but I do believe that we will be able to get in touch with everyone at home soon. Make sure Celia knows that Flynn has been trying nonstop to find a way to have communication with her. We both love you all and miss you.

Love,

Maxon

The last part of the telegram causes heat to rush to my cheeks. Despite being married, I can't help but feel bashful about my feelings for Flynn. Suddenly, everyone has surrounded me and are reading the telegram. Everyone is wrapped in one another's arms, thankful that our loved ones are safe. Then, time is suddenly paused. I grab the paper from my brother's hands and reread it.

We were close to walking inside the airport, but when they saw us they got us at gunpoint as quick as possible.

That means that everything is not alright. They don't exactly trust us, yet. It means that they want something from us. It probably means they don't think of us as people but simply as a thing they want to control. I quickly excuse myself, walk outside of the dining room, and find a bench in an isolated hallway. I lean back against the wall, draw my knees to my chest, and place by head on my knees.

"I bet I know exactly what you're thinking about," a voice above me says. I look up to see Coen staring at me. He gives me a warm smile and nods towards the empty seat.

"Oh, um, sure," I mumble back. He takes the seat to my right, both of us silent because we aren't really sure how to say that we are worried about the possibility of something happening to Flynn or my father.

"They'll be alright, you know," Coen says. My eyes shoot up from where they were staring at the polished floor to his face. "Your father and Flynn. They can make it," Coen says. I nod.

"I have a feeling they will. Part of me just can't help but worry, though. All my life, though, I was taught about our history and that I shouldn't make the same mistakes as our ancestors. I can't help the feeling inside of me that says it was a stupid move to send my father and husband over there," I confess. Coen gives me a half smile and rubs light circles on my back.

"You're right. You could have made the wrong decision in choosing to send them there," he says. I raise my eyebrows in a questioning way and he chuckles. "It also could have been the most intelligent choice. Who's to say that they won't find it intruiging that they decided to come over there and consider them to be corageous men instead of ones who stay here and tuck their tails," Coen continues. I nod.

"They could find us to be strong leaders and a good ally," I hope aloud. He nods and opens his mouth to ay something before I cut him off. "There are all what ifs, though. There is a large chance that it will turn out terrible," I say. He shakes his head.

"Life itself is practically a what if statement. It's like a coin flip before a sports event. On one hand, you can hope for the best or you can just automatically believe you'll loose it. Either way, you still have to hope for the best," Coen says. I nod a little, but I still have an argument in me. Hoping for the best currently for me is like having false hope. I open my mouth to reply, but Coen cuts me off by saying, "Don't argue. Just go with it." I smile and take a deep breath, thankful he is here to give me a little bit of hope even if it is fake.

I'm really sorry that it took me so long to write this. I just feel like if I write it too quick or when I'm not feeling it, there won't be a good product. So, say I had wrote and posted this Sunday when I really felt like wasting my only hour of free time, it probably wouldn't have been as good. So, yeah... Please vote and comment!

I'm just going to add the one last time. Remember that I am on Instagram so you can follow me on there. My name is @finnchellove.wattpad.

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Disclaimer: I had a creative disclaimer to put here to tell you that Kiera Cass owns The Selection and not me but I forgot it... Seriously, I forgot it. This wasn't the creative disclaimer although it is kind of funny...