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"What is it my dear?"  Maxon says worried.  I drop to the ground and sob.  I look up at Maxon.
"Cancer." I say looking at my love.
"Oh my dear." He says falling on the floor with me and sobs.
MAXONS POV
How could I ever live without my love my baby. What do I say to her. Snap out of it!! I say to myself, America is a strong amazing woman there is no way I was losing her.
"Darling your a strong girl, you can do it, I'm always here for you." I hold her tight as she Crying, her mascara getting all over my shirt, I don't care one bit. My baby has cancer! I was currently missing a meeting but I couldn't care less. I'd stay here with her for forever if I could.
AMERICA POV
How do I tell my family? I can't just all them. I  could barely tell Maxon and I tell him everything, it's always been so easy to talk to him about anything and everything. I have to have  my family come here or I go there. I'll have to do it sooner rather then later. As I look at Maxon he wipes his eyes fast as if I didn't know that he was crying.
"I'm sorry to bring such bad news I know your already stressed." I say crying harder feeling truly sad to make him stressed.
"America please don't feel sorry, you can't feel sorry, there is nothing to be sorry for." Maxon says pulling me closer to him. Maxon looks in my eyes as though he would never see me again. I suck in my cries and rub my temple, I always got a headache from crying.
Maxon walks me to our bedroom. I don't want to be rude but I just want some time to think about the situation, so when my maid comes to get my bath ready, I simple say no thank you. I look in the mirror in my bathroom and look at the reflection staring back.  Mascara running down my face crazy hair.  I looked like a raccoon.  I jumped in the shower and cried.  I get out and put on my pajamas.  As I lie down and pull the covers over me Maxon smiles a sad smile and pulls me toward him.  Maxon holds me as he's rubbing my back, I never want him to let go, but when his meeting with the press comes I know he must leave. But as minutes turns into hours I know the meeting is not on his mind.  I call my mom the next day I tell my mom to come to the palace as soon as she can.

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