Love conquers all

"Do you like it?" Maxon asks eagerly. It is our 5 year anniversary and Maxon surprised me with a wonderful picnic in the garden.

"Its wonderful. Almost as wonderful as you." I say sweetly while planting a light kiss on his lips. He pulls me in and kisses harder and I allow him. We pull away and we sit on our bench. The bench that started it all. There is all kinds of wonderful food set out for us. I begin to eat my food when I start to feel light-headed.

"Are you okay my dear?" Maxon asks worriedly.

"Yes, just a little light headed." I reply but I know Maxon doesn't think that is enough.

"Do you need to go to the doctor?" He asks.

"I'm fine honey." I say putting my arm on his shoulder to reassure him.

"Okay sweetie." He says kissing my forehead.

"Oh my god! Your burning up! We need to get you to the doctor now!" He says worriedly.

"I'm fi..." I start but faint into his arms.

"Do you think she will wake up?" someone says with sadness dripping down his voice. Maxon! What happened?

"She will most likely wake up in the next hour or two," Another voice that I do not know replies. "but she will be lucky if she lives for about 2 months." I feel Maxon's hand squeeze my hand and tears dripping on my arm. "I am going to give you sometime alone." The voice says and I hear footsteps and a door close.

"America, open your beautiful blue eyes at least one more time. I can't bare to see you like this. Why did this have to happen to you? I don't know what I will do if you go. You are the second half of me and I can't live without you." My heart breaks to hear him like this. I fight the numbness in my body and try to open my eyes. After trying for about 5 minutes my eyes flutter open.

"M M Maxon." I stutter. Maxon looks over to me and smiles.

"America. I'm so so sorry." He says with tears flowing down his face.

"What happened?" I ask with my throat feeling like it was burning a hole in it.

"Well, you passed out at our picnic and I brought you here. They said you had a deadly disease that is going around in the lower castes. You must have gotten it when you were visiting some of the eights. There is no known cure and your most likely going to die in a month or two." He says with his voice cracking, but you can tell he is trying his hardest to stay strong.

I squeeze Maxon's hand for comfort. "I know it is a lot to take in at once sweetheart. I just wish that I could do something, anything. I wish it was me instead of you." I gasp.

"You shouldn't say that. You have a country to run. I am sorry that I won't be there to be with you, support you. You need to promise me one thing. You have to promise that when I die you will try to carry on and you won't morn over me for too long." I say looking into his hazelnut eyes.

"I am sorry America, but I just can't make that promise. You are the only one that I could ever love and I can't just 'carry on'. What if I was sick? Could you just move on?" He asks me staring back.

"I guess not. But you wouldn't want me morning over you would you? You would want me to carry on with my life." I reply.

"I guess both of us would be pretty messed up wouldn't we?" He asks and kisses my hand.

"Well I guess it's because we can't help being born into perfection." I laugh remembering our first kiss 5 years ago. I can't believe it has been 5 years, but it has been the best 5 years of my life.

"No, I don't think you can." He replies kissing me on the lips.

"I am going to let you get some sleep." He says pulling away from the kiss.

"Maxon?" I ask.

"Yes sweetheart?" He replies sweetly.

"Can you stay with me?" I ask like a little kid.

"Of course. Anything for my queen." He says getting into the bed.

Maxon's POV

It has been 3 weeks and the life in America has been slowly drained out of her. I have tried to be with America as much as possible, but I have been so busy with the rebels. I start to head to America's room in the hospital. I open the door and see my beautiful America.

"Hey." I finally get out.

"Hey." She replies sickly.

"How are you feeling?" I ask knowing the answer.

"Not good. How are you feeling." I laugh. That is just like her. She is the one in her death bed, but she still asks me how I am feeling.

"What's so funny?" She asks curiously.

"You." I reply. "Your the one that is sick, but yet you ask me how I am feeling."

"Is it so bad that I want to know how my handsome husband is doing?" She teases. Yep, she is still the same America. Sick or not.

"Not at all." I say giving her a kiss.

"Good." She says laughing but then ends up coughing.

"Do you need some water?" I ask worriedly

"Yes, please." She croaks. I hand her a glass of water and she takes it and her hands shake. She drops the glass of water and the glass shatters and I start to panic.

"Are you okay honey?" I ask worriedly. She just shakes her head.

"I love you Maxon. I'm sorry we didn't have more time together." No this can't be it! I need more time.

"I love you too. Never forget that. I will never be able to love someone as much as I love you." I tell her and mean it with all my heart. Her eyes start to roll.

"No! Please America! Fight for me please!" I plead.

"I'm sorry Max..." She says as she takes her final breath. I kiss her cold lips to see if there is any sign of life left in her but she is gone. I run to the only place I can think of. The garden. I sit at our bench thinking that we will never be able to sit here together again. All the memories of me and her flood my brain.

When I first met her

our first date

The proposal

Her saying yes

our wedding

the many nights when we would just sit here and talk about our day

our anniversary.

All the tears come flooding out of my body knowing that I will never see her sweet face again.

Wow that was depressing. I am sorry I just thought I should post this. I couldn't get this idea out of my head and had to post it. now if you will excuse me, I have to go change, because this shirt is really wet from me crying while I wrote this. I will try and update holding on soon.

if you want me to make this a series (Where it shows how Maxon is coping with losing America, and memories of America and Maxon) tell me in comments.

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