America's Reply

by Kellerella

I wanted to be the first to upload some thing like this, because I know there will be others. I read The One in E-book format at 12 am. Around 2:30, I got to chapter 29, which is when America reads Maxon's letters right after he finds out about Aspen. I kept thinking about her reply. So here is my version.

Dear Maxon,

I've decided that it is unfair to read the letters you wrote, and not write a reply. I wanted to tell you that I love them.

Not as much as I love you, though.

I know what your reaction to that statement will be. You made it clear in the hallway what your feelings towards me are. For that I can only apologize, one more time. You were unwilling to listen earlier, but maybe now that it's been a few days, and I have gone home, you will accept my apology now.

That is what I have decided. I refuse to give this to you before tomorrow; for fear that you will get angry and throw it away before you even read it.

Now, I will move on to happier things.

Would you feel better, about your thoughts, if I told you I think about our first kiss too? You have known from the start that it wasn't my first kiss, so it wasn't your reason. It's that, I feel like those moments represent the rest of our relationship. We seem to never get it right the first time, but manage to get it right after we try again. For some reason, this fact is what makes this relationship real to me. So often these past few months I have feared that one morning, I will wake up in my bed at home, and realize that this has all been a dream. But then I think of the moments we have shared, and realize that the perfect imperfections help me realize that this is reality. I fell in love with the prince. And I don't want to live without him.

I think what I will miss the most is the reassurance that we can always try again.

Do you know the moment I first realized I love you?

It was that day on the roof. With the rain.

It wasn't that in that moment I wasn't seeing you as the prince. I was. It was that there, all alone, nothing else seemed to exist. Not your father who would do anything to keep us a part. Not the eyes of the entire country, trying to sway you one way or the next. Not my past heartbreak, to remind me of what I once had. And not the idea that no matter how hard I tried, I could never be the Princess everyone expects me to be.

It was just you, me, and the knowledge that I never wanted that moment to end. And I would be happy if I could spend eternity with you, by my side.

I hope you will be happy with Kriss. I hope one day, you will forgive me for all I've done.

Yours,

America