Prologue

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             America POV

 Even though I knew it was coming, my heart fell. I was absolutely heartbroken, but I knew that, in the end, at least my family wasn't dead. At least I had Celeste. At least Maxon would be happy, right? So, I walked down from my podium as gracefully as I could, working hard to fight the sobs that were coming up. As I sat down in my chair, I looked up to look at Maxon and Kriss. That was a mistake. Kriss, looking overjoyed, kissed Maxon's cheek, as he lifted her in his arms, and I felt my heart positively break in half. That should have been me in Maxon's arms. Why did I have to ruin everything? All I wanted was Maxon, and now, I was too late. He was gone from my reach, and I could never get him back. As I looked at Maxon's handsome face, I saw him look back at my tear-stained one, and watched his face loose its happiness for a short second. But almost immediately, the look was gone, and he smirked, before pulling Kriss into a long, deep kiss. I felt my body racking with emotions, and I tried to stop myself, but I was gone. I straight out cried, sobbing into my own hands, before I felt someone slide into the chair next to me, giving me a hug. Celeste. I put my head into her shoulder and wept. I wept for everything I'd lost, everyone I'd lost, and most importantly, for loosing myself, and I swore in my mind that it would never happen again. And I would take whatever it took. 

Maxon POV

The second I saw America's tear stained face, I felt my heart drop 10 feet. Her lovely face looked heartbroken, and half of me wanted to run over to her and make her stop crying. But I knew I couldn't. America broke my heart too many times, and now, I had Kriss. It was Kriss and I. But even as I played those names together in my head, they sounded wrong. I had always thought of it like this: America and I. I had never wanted something more than America's heart. But, I couldn't turn back. I looked at Kriss and smiled, before pulling her into a deep kiss. No, I told my heart. America was gone from my reach, and I could never get her back. 

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