Shattered Singer

Chapter 4

Wedding Part 1: The Ceremony
Maxon POV:
Today's the day. Most people would be excited to be marrying the love of their life. I'm not. The problem is, I'm not marrying the love of my life. Instead of marrying my love, I'm marrying Kriss. And it's all my fault. She'll be at the wedding but I won't be marrying her like I wish I could. I roll over on my bed and groan into my pillow before getting up.
I go into the bathroom, take my sleepwear off and get into the shower, with cold water to wake myself up. When I get out I put on some white boxers on and wrap a towel around my waist then secure it. I semi dry my hair with a towel before going back into my room. I notice a maid brought my breakfast up so I began to eat while I get ready. I'm eating my bowl of fruit when there is a knock on the door.
Today is not a good day. At all. I'm not in the mood to be dealing with people and putting on fake smiles, and say I love Kriss when I don't. I shouldn't have to do that until I'm standing in front of everyone waiting for Kriss to walk down the isle. I stand up, making sure my towel is on properly and make my way to the door. I open it to my mother standing in her purple robe and I'm assuming a night gown. Thank god it's her. I can always be myself with her and show my true emotions.
"Hey Max, can I come in?"
"Of coarse you don't have to ask"
She walked in and sat on my messy bed. I wanted to ask about her talk with America, but I didn't know how to bring it up without saying I was there, eavesdropping.
"I just wanted to see how you were doing, how you were feeling,"
"Well aside from not wanting to get married, wanting to go talk with America, kiss her and spend time with her, and being tired because I hardly got any sleep late night, I'd say great."
Mom didn't scold me for my sarcasm. It was something I could get away with, only with her.
"I know and I'm sorry I can't do anything, I just don't know what to do."
"Mom," I sit with her and take her hands in mine.
"Your the last person I'd ever blame, actually no, I'd never blame you"
"I know, I just love you so much and want you to be happy" she said then hugged me. I let myself melt into the hug. Enjoying it.
"I'm sorry," I said my voice sounding weak. I hid my face in her neck. Ever since I was a toddler, I felt safe from the world in my moms' arms.
"For what"
"For choosing Kriss, I know how you care about America"
"Yes I care a lot about her but you don't need to apologize"
"I know but,—" My voice cracked and I stopped talking. I didn't want to cry in front of mom. It's not like she's never seen me cry, she has many times at all ages. I just hate crying in front the of people in general.
"Max, you know that you don't need to hide with me, let it out, I'll be here. Always"
With that I couldn't anymore. I let it out. I cried. I let mom hug me. I hugged her back. I never wanted to let go. She brushed my hair with her soft, perfect fingers. She occasionally whipped some of my tears from my face. She was covered in my tears. As I prepared myself for the day ahead of me.

America POV:
I woke-up before my maids arrived. For a second I thought I was going crazy, and didn't think I was actually at the palace. Then I remembered.
The Wedding.
Prince Maxons' wedding.
Not my own wedding.
Not our wedding.
I sat up, and rubbed my eyes. They hurt from crying, honestly at this point my eyes should be used to it. Ive cried myself to sleep everyday for 2 months now. I began getting out of bed when Mary and Lucy walked in. Ann was apparently finishing my gown for the day. They began to draw me a bath. I let myself be taken care of. I let them pamper me as I got ready for the worst day of my life.

Kriss POV:
Today's the day. Im so excited to be marrying the love of my life. I know that right now Maxon loves me as a friend not romantically but I don't care. He'll get over America I just know it. I hope it's soon. Not just because I want him to return my feelings for him, but because I really like America. I care for her and consider her a close friend. And I want her to come visit without it being weird for anyone. 
But I love Maxon and I'm willing to wait till he's over her, so I can invite her. I love him and I'm not afraid to say it. I even left the northern rebels for him, they understood. I didn't get along with everyone. Georgia specifically. We disagreed a lot. She doesn't like most of the female rebels. I don't know what you'd have to do to get her to like you. It's impossible.
I'm brought out of my thoughts when I realize how beautiful I look. I'm ready. I'm ready to walk down the isle. Ready to meet Maxon at the end of it. Ready to be his wife, and spend the rest of my life with him.
My bridesmaids walk in wearing the dresses I picked for them. I have 5 bridesmaids. My 2 sisters and my closest 3 friends from home. We talk a bit about the wedding and random girl talk then walk down together. I'm ready for the day ahead of me.

America POV:
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At the beginning of the ceremony
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I'm sitting down near the front next to Celeste, Natalie, and Marlee. I'm shaking. I'm scared. I can't believe this is real. I can feel many eyes on me. Although I look beautiful, I must admit. So do the girls. I'm wearing blue, Marlee in pink, Celeste in red, Natalie in yellow. All 35 of the selected girls are wearing the same shoes.

I haven't looked at the prince yet. It's been hard to not look at him. In a way it's making this experience easier. I'm ready to rip off my nails when the music suddenly changes. My head snaps up. Everyone turns to the door then stands. Kriss walks in with her father on her arm. Kriss is beaming. I smile a bit. Part of it is forced but some is genuine. I'm glad she's happy. She has a beautiful dress. It screams regal, like a princess , queen , royalty. She makes her way down the isle and everyone looks at her in awe. Well most people do. There have been a few riots about me being queen. But they've all been small.
When Kriss reaches Prince Maxon, my eyes dart to him no matter how hard I try not to. Kriss' father hands her to him. Then they join hands. Before turning to face the priest, Prince Maxon looks back at me. We make eye contact. We hold each others gaze. I melt in his chocolate brown eyes. They are like a spell to me. Suddenly everything comes back to me. All of it. It's not just a memory. His eyes, those eyes, bring back the memories, the feelings, the love. Not that my love ever left. It simply made it stronger.
I look down, breaking the spell as tears slip out of my eyes. A few seconds later I hear the priest speak up, "Let's begin." Then everyone sits down. I look up and see Prince Maxon and Kriss kneeling down looking like the perfect couple. Kriss has a beautiful dress along with a huge engagement ring. And Prince Maxon has a handsome white suit.

"We are gathered here today tod—" That's the last thing I heard. My mind went blank. I didn't hear a word. Not one. I just know what happened.
The welcome and remarks.
Readings.
Vows.
Kiss.
Final blessings.
Then they walked down the isle.
I was done.

Maxon POV:
Beautiful. She looks beautiful. So god damn beautiful. America looks radiant with that blue dress. She should be my wife, not Kriss. I saw her shaking. Then we made eye contact and I felt like I was falling for her all over again. It was the first time we made real eye contact. My heart skipped a beat. Her ocean blue eyes are the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. She looked down and started to cry. My heart broke, no it shattered. And I couldn't do anything for her. I couldn't hug her, kiss her, marry her. I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard,
"You may now kiss the bride."
I put my hands on Kriss' waist and brought her to me. Our lips meet and I felt even worse. I knew America was here, seeing this. I love her and I know she loves me. I would die if I saw her kiss someone else. Kriss' kisses are sweet, and quiet. America's kisses, are fierce and passionate. Like a fire, like a flame that will never burn out.
I pull back and all I heard is clapping and cheering. Everyone is standing. As we walk down the isle I look for my lovely red head. I see Celeste, Marlee, and Natalie. But not her. She's not here. She left. She's gone.
America is gone.

A/N ~What a chapter! Let me know what you think of the chapter and what you think will happen next. What POV should I do next? 1674 words! I hope you enjoyed this chapter,
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