Against All Odds || A Selection Fanfiction

Chapter 12|| The Sweet Taste of Victory

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Bryan's POV
I had been working on something for her when she walked right in through the door and into my arms. We embraced, letting go of all our worries and welcoming the delightful feeling of love.

"America, how'd you find me?" I asked as we broke our too-short reunion.

Her eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief as she responded, "Well, let's just say no one will come looking for me."

I was about to rejoice in this reassurance, but the curiosity got the best of me. What lengths did she have to go to? What strings were pulled for her to be here with me now?

I put on my blank face, not letting an ounce of emotion seep through. "America, what happened?"
Either not hearing me or not caring,

America turned to look at my pile of sticks on the ground. "What might be this contraction you have come up with?" She turns towards me, coaxing me to answer.

I sigh, but I won't forget my question about how America got here. "I was trying to make a map, one that would lead me to you." I hang my head, almost embarrassed at the expression settling over Americas face. Confusion, admiration, longing.

Before she could speak I continued, "I knew I could never bring it with me, it would just fall apart. I wanted it to almost be here though, no matter what happened outside of this house. The map would always be here.
"I also knew that is you ever wanted to find me, you would if you followed the clues. I never got a chance to impact my plan, so it's a miracle in itself that your here now. Speaking of which," I look at America questioningly, "How did you find yourself here?"

America drew in a breath, than began to explain. "I faked my death. It's as simple as that. No-one will look for me if they think I'm dead, so I had to do it. To be with you."

I was appalled at her words, but also touched. She risked everything for me. America pretended to die so she could live with me. I smiled, "That was very risky." I try to hide my enthusiasm that America is here, but it's almost impossible. Even if she had done a rebellious act, she couldn't help but join in my happiness. "Though I can say I'm glad you did it."

America grin so wide that the corners of her lips reached her ears. We started to lean closer, and then we were sitting next to each other. I leaned in even more, and before I could stop myself my lips were on hers.

Her lips tasted slightly like roses on a brisk summer day. I close my eyes, and think to myself, that this could go on forever.
___________________________________This is the end!!! If anyone wants to know what's happening at the palace with Americas "death" then I can add another chapter😃 As of now I'm going to make an epilogue :D I hope you've all enjoyed this story as much as I have writing it <3