America's POV
It was a chilly fall night in Angeles. I had a concert tonight but I knew I was going to get hot from all the spotlights, that's why I'm wearing a dusty orange dress with some nude colored heels. I decided to go back on tour because when I was at the palace I lost myself with all the fancy stuff. It wasn't me.
Leigh Anne, my manager, was yelling at me to get on the platform to go on stage. I jumped on and I heard the opening to my first song and heard the full arena chanting my name. I finished my first song and that's when I saw my biggest fear. I saw him, Maxon. King Maxon to be exact. And next to him, I saw the biggest douche in all the land. Ryan.
In that moment I wanted to crawl in a hole and hide. I didn't want them to talk to each other. They both watched me perform. Ryan looked stone cold until he turned his face to look at his new pregnant girlfriend. While Maxon looked excited, maybe happy? He had a big smile and was singing along to every song. We hadn't spoken since I left that day. And I'm not going to lie. I still love him. It's a struggle everyday knowing that I let all of it go because I couldn't choose using my heart, I used my head.
But I know what I did was right. Even though I hate it. I know that sometimes it's best to let someone go. He hasn't dated or been out of the palace since that day. I haven't dated either. But when I watch the report, he looks like he hasn't gotten any sleep. He looks so miserable. I was kind of hoping he would get a backstage pass, but he didn't. After the show he didn't go back to visit. He left and I know why.
I told him to leave me be.
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Our Second Chance
RomanceWhat if Maxon chose Kriss? He made a huge mistake. 3 years later America is a famous singer. The selected are invited back for a ball celebrating the selection. Can Maxon go back on his decision? Or will America push him away?
