The One Fanfiction

I DO NOT own The Selection Series. This is a Fan Fictional story provided for enjoyment purposes only. The only part that is mine is new content added to the plot line.

        Hey Kitten,

        You don't know how hard it was to send this letter in. We aren't supposed to have much contact with the Elite, but this is a pretty urgent letter. I hate to tell you this,but it's about May. She isn't.... well. There is this sickness going around and we get ahold of the medicine. It can be fatal. She doesn't want you to come. May wants you to focus on Maxon, but I'm sure it would mean so much to her if you came home. It's your decision. Think about it.

        Love you,

        Dad

        I felt my heart shatter. May. No, no, no, no! She can't die; she just can't. May just can't leave. It's not fair.

        Tears streamed down my face. I buried my face in my pillow and sobbed until my maids came in. They rushed over to me and immediately tried to comfort me. They didn't even ask what was wrong, sensing I didn't have it in me to explain.

        They started getting me ready for dinner. Lucy and Mary tried their best to get rid of the blotchiness on my face, but I looked openly depressed. Anne put me in a silver gown that would've awed me on any other day. The girls finally sent me on my way. I walked down the long hallways in a cloud of sadness.

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        I watched Maxon enter. He looked solemn and stressed. The King stood as soon as Maxon is seated. The other girls and I stand to curtsy, but he gestures for us to take our seats. "Ladies," he starts." There has been news of an outbreak of a serious illness around Illeá." My heart leaps into my throat. I can hardly breathe. May."Don't panic. We have a vaccine for everyone of you. It will be distributed to the people, but for a price. It is extremely hard to make." I had enough. I couldn't be there right now. In one swift motion, I'm out of my seat and through the entry doors.

        The doors slam open once more and footsteps chase after me. "America!" Maxon shouts. I ignore him and keep running until I am out in the gardens. My legs buckle and I collapse by a multicolored flower bed. An arm wraps around my shoulders, pulling me into a bear hug. I trembled and felt a coldness to my very core. "Maxon," I whimper.

        "I'm here, darling. I'm here. It'll be alright." He put a finger under my chin and lifted my face to look at him. The setting sun casted shadows on his chiseled face. In that moment, he looked...beautiful. I shuddered involuntarily.

        Maxon's voice brought me back to the world that was crashing down around me. "What's wrong?" His voice was so full of concern, eyes so full of worry, that when I responded each word came out a sob.

        "It's May. She- she has that sickness your father was talking about. I got a letter today saying she was going to-" The word got caught in my throat.

        Maxon pulled me closer, trying to fight the cold that had settled within me with the warmth of his body. We sat there thinking for what seemed like decades until he broke the silence. "I still don't know how to handle a crying woman." I gave a halfhearted laugh; trying to ease the pain. "This time, though," he began." I know just what to do." I looked up, curious about what he would say next.

        "I can get the cure from my father. Then, just the two of us, will go out and bring it to May. We can stay for a whole week to make sure she has a full recovery. It'll be just you and me, America." His eyes shined, full of plans and promise. My eyes must've mimicked his because he broke into a gigantic, endearing grin.

        Maxon jumped to his feet, pulling me along with him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and brought my lips to his. The kiss was filled with hope, joy, and excitement. I pulled away and gazed into his eyes. "Thank you."