Broken Hearts and Broken Lives - A Maxerica Fanfiction

Chapter One

The chapter cover is the dress her maids dress her in:)

Hellooooo everyone this is clearly (by my bad writing skills) my first fanfiction for the maxerica series:))))) anyway I hope u enjoy and if u have any ideas or suggestions I am free to any of those, I hope my writing gets better as I write it and I hope to be writing every week

Loveeeee Princesschreave

America P.O.V.

The great room is packed with people, buzzing with excitement and curiosity on who will be chosen. Of course Maxon, Kriss, and I, all know who it isn't, me. Celeste catches my eye and mouths, "is it you?." I give my head a little shake no, using all my willpower to not burst into tears at the moment, Celeste gives me a warm smile and mouths, "it's going to be okay" and I give a little nod, turning to Maxon when I hear him speak.

"Trying to meet up with your boyfriend later?" he says, with disgust in his tone, I look back at him, shocked.

"I wasn't even looking at him" I retorted back, "and please just let me ex-" before I can finish my sentence Maxon interrupts.

"Don't even start," Maxon says, "I just want to say I want my letters back, you can keep the house though, I already paid for it."

"No, Maxon, please, I read the letters and I loved them," I beg, my half smile faltering into a ruined mess.

"Stop. Put that smile back on your face and don't drop it until you leave this room. Do you understand?" Maxon says through gritted teeth.

I nod through some tears, putting on a pathetic smile, Maxon gives a quick nod and then turns back to Kriss, his easy smile put back on.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen! We are all gathered here today to witness the amazing event of Maxon choosing his lovely wife! Maxon?" Gavril turns to Maxon and he takes a deep breath.

Maxon P.O.V.

Gavril turns to me and I take a breath in, I know who I'm choosing but I still feel like I am choosing, oh why did I have to move the proposal up to today? Maybe more time or- no, what am I thinking, America doesn't love me anymore and I, the fool, believed that she did, I'll just tell Kriss that they got the wedding ring size wrong. I snap out of my mind and look up at the crowd staring at me.

"Kriss Ambers and America Singer," I start, I don't even know where this is going, I turn to America and then Kriss, "one of you shall have the great honor of becoming a Schreave today and become my lovely wife," and with that I turn to Kriss, who is already beginning to tear up, and get down on one knee, "Kriss Ambers, from the moment I saw you I knew that we were meant to be, from that moment when you made me a gift I knew that you had the biggest heart and that I would be the luckiest man alive to have it. Kriss, will you do me the honors of becoming my wife?" We all know that she's going to say yes, but saying I knew I wanted her from the start just sounds wrong, I wanted America from the start and now I've made a mistake, bigger than any mistake I have ever made.

The box is opened, showing the custom ring originally made for me and America, thank god Kriss's favorite color is purple, I'll just say that mine is green.

"Oh Maxon," Kriss cries, "yes, yes, yes!" Kriss cups my face in her hands and we share a kiss, but that kiss does not spark like America's and my guilt grows even bigger, I turn to look at America but find her chair empty, I look back at the crowd and survey it until I find a brunette and a red head leaving the room.

"Good choice son," I feel a firm pat on the shoulder and turn around to my father with a camera smile on looking at me and Kriss.

"Congratulations Kriss, Maxon," mom turns to both me and Kriss, nodding at us, but I can see some of the sadness in her eyes, I guess she loved America as much as me.