Celeste's POV:
I was just about to step into the car when America came flying down the steps. There was no one else about. She came to me and said, "how secluded is your house?" "Very" I responded. "I would like to stay, if I may. Somewhere away from the media." I laughed, "Your wish is my command. You're Queen after all!" She looked nostalgic, "Not for long."
America's POV:
My tears were dripping on the clothes I was packing. I was glad I had kept the old beat up backpack I bought with me at the start of the selection. I couldn't believe after everything we'd been through that it would come to this. Images of babies and hugs. Laughing and crying. The pain of labour right through to the bliss of our wedding day. I looked at the picture of us covered in cake on our wedding. I began to break down again. I threw the frame across the room. I heard
It shatter, like my heart. It narrowly missed the guard's head who popped through to check I was ok. I didn't see him. But I screamed at him to get out and he did. I took off my engagement and wedding rings and placed them next to my note.
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Maxerica Marriage
FanfictionWhen America's marriage hits a bump, it's up to her to make a big decision that will leave Maxon shocked. -I am a huge Maxerica shipper, and this book will be focused on that
