The Truth

Chapter 5

Word Count: 514
Quote: "Courage doesn't always ROAR. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying "I will try again tomorrow." " -Mary Anne Radmacher
POV: Maxon

I can't sleep. It's nearly one in the morning and my eyes aren't even droopy. Tossing and turning all night waiting for someone to join me on my cold bed, only halfway through the night I happened to remember that my other half, was gone.
I won't say I miss her. I'm not that weak. She's just someone I married who's only hungry for power, but I know deep down that she's my lifeline. In fathers reign I could never sleep since he always kept tight leash on me and even when he died I found myself wandering around the palace through the night until she started sleeping beside me, and now that she's gone my sleep is to.
I know I need to be strong. I need to be a king. The ruler of a country, especially if I'm going to be getting rid of castes soon... but would I be getting rid of castes? I wanted America and I to do it together but know I don't know if it's worth risking if it could possibly tear the country in two, and the last thing I need is a war between one country.
I turn towards the window and I see light. Oh great I've been up all night. I didn't even realize what time it is. I get up and hop into the shower to get ready, fortunately when I'm in the shower I'm reminded of the time when America came into the shower with me after our wedding night.
Flashback:
America and I had such a great wedding. Last night was amazing I love her so much. Currently I'm turning on the water in the shower and I'm gonna get ready and see if the preparations for the breakfast are ready. America's still asleep. I wanted to let her sleep in because now that she's queen we won't get many days to sleep in.

After I wash my hair I hear a door open and some shuffling coming from the bathroom. Then America's flaming red hair comes into my view. What's she doing in here? My cheeks go red thinking about how I've never had a girl in a shower with me. She turns to me and kisses me quickly before I have the chance to say or do anything. I lift my hands to her cheeks and kiss her back, then I feel arms around my neck, pulling me to her. I grab her hands and pin the above her head and against the wall, and she moans my name. Wanting to feel closer, I lift her thigh up to my waist level and let out a groan. Then she lifts her legs around my waist and wraps her unpinned arms around my neck once more. I think you know what happens next.
End of flashback:
I need America back in my life. I can't live without her.