Alternate ending to the one
Americas POV
All I remember is the chaos all around me
Looking a man straight into his eyes
Cold
Dark
And full of hate
Before...
He pulled the trigger
That would end my life...
Or so I thought.
3rd person
America is in critical condition
Like many others in the hospital
Maxon continues to be a jerk
But visits her everyday
After a month...
They are deciding to take her off life support
Maxon starts cleaning up America's things
Thanking her pictures off his walls
Remembering every moment as if it was yesterday
That night he cries himself to sleep
Unsure of what will happen next
Or even what to do
The next day...
He finds Kriss
And with nothing else to do
He proposes
With
The ring
That was supposed to be...America's
He goes to bed happier then the night before
Thinking
I will forget her, she can't ruin my life
In reality, he'll remember her forever because
She changed him and he changed her
That night
Maxon has a dream
About what it would be like, if America was really, gone
He wakes up screamining
Kriss comes running in
From the room that was supposed to belong to her...America
He has a gut wrenching, guilty feeling
That the last thing America will have lived through was
Him being a total jerk!
Over a previous boyfriend!
He had 34 other girlfriends
He had to go see her
And soon
He bursts in just as the machine...that is keeping her alive...is being turned off.
"Wait!" He shouts
He kisses her begging her to wake up
He goes on and on about how he was a jerk
And doesn't deserve her
He gives her...one...last...kiss
As soon as their lips part
She breaths in sharply
"America you scared me there." He says
"Can you ever forgive me. I was such a jerk."
As Kriss sauntered in
The light catching THE RING
"I guess I don't need to, you've made your descion."
Maxon and Kriss married quickly
Maxon forced out "I do"
America gets proposed to by the prince of Italy.
They are overjoyed to have her
She says yes
Making her family happy and free of pain
Maxon grows miserable,
Depressed,
Upset
He can never get her back
At the age of twenty his honey brown hair
Turns gray
At Americas wedding...
He objects,
Only then does America notice how miserable he is
Seeing this only breaks her heart a thousand times more.
During this he realizes,
America gave me her heart,
Her fragile, glass like heart, in my hands
But I threw it on the ground
Stomped on it
Spit at it
Italy's prince picked up and mended the peices
America runs out of the room crying
She has to go through the pain all over again
Prince Luke is once again there, to put the puzzle back together
Maxon is banned from Italy
Illea is de-allied
On the way home, Maxon gets scolded
By Kriss
His heart has been broken by his poor decisions
Only, Kriss isn't good enough to pick up the pieces
Being depressed
Maxon becomes sick
Won't eat
Becomes gaunt
Ghost like even
He becomes to sick to rule
Kriss takes care of that
Maxon sees America at a country's event
Pulls her aside
The only thing in life I need is your forgiveness
"You were a jerk!
You did nothing to save me!
You let me bleed on the floor!"
America is bawling now.
Rivers are flowing out of her eyes
Maxon's eyes become glassy.
"You did nothing!"
She says I between sobs
"Too involved in yourself to help someone who is dying.
When you proposed
...I was eliminated
...I was no longer yours
...you gave me to the world
...I was broken for awhile
...but I faced it
...I saw it coming
...while in this state
...I was proposed to
...he healed me
...like the doctor did
...but in a way I only thought you could
...I was wrong
...it is all YOUR doing!
...look who makes rash decisions now."
Ouch thought Maxon
"...remember Aspen?
He was there for me too.
Even though I broke his heart.
He was there.
Your no better then you father."
"America...please..." He chokes out
"May I have one last thing?"
"What?" She says angrily
"I need one more kiss."
"I'm sorry, I am not a liar, I professed my love to Luke
And I won't break that promise.
Especially for someone no better than...than the southern rebels!"
She spits out. Maxon has tears streaming down his face now.
"Have a good life Maxon!"
That will leave a mark
Maxon becomes sicker
Inching his way twards death
All he think about is America's words
Kriss tries to be an America
Even dyes her hair red
Death is knocking on Maxon's door
America is called to visit
When she gets there Caroline
Maxon tells her "i said I'm sorry what else can can I do?"
"Sometimes sorry isn't enough." She replies
"The pain I went through
Was almost unbearable.
You lied
My hopes were so high they were soaring
When you crushed them
The impact
Shattered my heart too."
A tear slides down his cheek.
His last words are-"I am truely sorry."
The last thing he hears is
"I cannot put a thief in jail for life
But I also cannot forgive
A liar
A dream crusher
The prince of Illea
Who is nothing more then a murderer
Of 34 hearts
Who leaves others to pick up the pieces
You don't deserve anyone
Not even Kriss, and btw she is pregnant
So much for missing me."
Americas face is burning brighter than her hair now.
America turns to leave
As soon as she exits the room
At the exact moment
Maxon's heart stops
CPR was tried, everything, he was gone.
Illea lost their source of hope.
But America walks back in to see if it's for real.
He takes a deep breath, his heart beats one last time,
Just for her. Maybe she'll remember later on.
His last breath was for her.
Love makes crazy things happen.
Even if he didn't take the bullet, he died for her happiness,
Maybe someday she will realize that.
A few weeks later the heir is born.
He grows up without a father.
Kriss remarries a two.
(Arrogant
Selfish
Cocky
spoiled
Rich)
Kriss thought he was her everything
...Everything Maxon couldn't deliver.
Love
Trust
Hope
Forgiveness
Patience
Not to her
Not to anyone.
With no hope left in Illea
the rebels take over
All because of that night
The night Maxon made a terrible mistake
Out of this a new leader is born
Although he carries the name Illea,
He is everything a leader needs
August Illea turns the country around.
Forms a democracy
Free of castes
No chains
Freedom
They can be whom ever they chose to be
In a country named after
A place only seen in dreams
And a person only heard about in fairy tales...
New America