Maxon's POV
I'm dying.
My whole body is numb. There's a roaring in my ears and my vision is fading. America's gone. I'll never see her again, except for maybe when her time comes, if that's how it works after death. Even if it does work like that, I don't want her time to come for a long time. And my children. They'll have to live the rest of their lives without a father. Gerad's baby will be born without a grandparent... I'll never get to see my first born grandchild, or any grandchild at that. I'll never get to see the tears in Gwen's eyes when she holds her baby in her arms and the expression on Gerad's face when he sees his child for the first time. I'll never get to meet Amberly's boyfriend or see her engagement ring when he proposes to her. I'll never get to approve of Logan's girlfriend, and give him advice on how to treat her right.
I'll never again hold America's head in my hands.
I will never again tell my true love how much I love her.
As the words echo in my mind, I close my eyes and let the darkness take me.
America's POV
"I'm sorry, your majesty. We've done everything we can... But now it's up to him. There's nothing more we can do for him."
"So this is it? He's just going to... die, and you can't save him?" I ask, choking on the words.
The doctor sighs. "If there's anything we could do, we would be doing it. He's the king of our country. Of course we want to save him. But in his current condition, it's up to him to decide whether he lives or he dies." He bows his head. "I'm very sorry, Queen America."
"Sorry will not save his life," I whisper. "There has to be a way."
"We've done everything we can," he repeats, looking back up at me.
"Well that's not enough!" I yell, standing up. "He's going to die! Do something!"
"Mom," Amberly murmurs, walking into the room. As soon as she reaches me, she pulls me into an embrace. "They've done everything they can to save him. They know what they're doing." She pauses, pulling away and looking me in the eye. "Dad will wake up. He's strong, stronger than anyone. And he loves you and his children more than anything in the world. He won't leave us."
"Amberly, you don't understand, he's dying..."
"He won't die, Mom. He'll wake up-"
And that's when the heart monitor stops beeping. The room goes silent as a single sound echoes through the room, signaling that his heart has stopped once and for all.
Maxon is dead.
I almost don't believe the words. How can he just disappear like that? One second we were together, finding out our daughter in law is pregnant. Then the next second... he's gone.
Grabbing his hand, I collapse in the chair next to the bed. Gerad and Gwen run into the room, closely followed by Logan. They all crowd around us, kneeling beside their father. Gwen is audibly crying, leaning against Gerad. Logan's face is buried into Maxon's chest, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Amberly has her hands over her mouth, as if she doesn't believe what's happening. And Gerad has a single tear running down his cheek, his mouth quivering. He's obviously trying to be strong, for his wife and siblings, but I see through his act.
I blink a few times. This can't actually be happening. It's just a bad dream, and I'll wake up with Maxon by my side.
But with one last look at the heart monitor, I know I'm awake and Maxon is actually dead. The love of my life, dead. And I didn't get to say goodbye.
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After: a Maxerica Story
FanfictionThe beloved prince of Illéa, Maxon Schreave, has finally picked America Singer to be his wife, and the future queen of their country. Though everything seems perfect for them now, is the path that America has chosen truly the one she was destined to...