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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The One: Rewritten
FanfictionSometimes, I like to wonder. What if the rebel attack never happened? How would America move on? Would she be best friends with Celeste? Will America ever find true love again? Find out in this fan fiction, dedicated to my friend. I try to write a...