Chapter 1

Hi peeps. This is my first fanfiction. Hope you enjoy this chapter. I'm trying to get the characters right, but leave a review if I'm off and I'll correct it. Oh and disclaimer: I own the story plot but not the characters. All rights go to Kiera Cass.

America POV

Kriss is a good choice for Maxon, I guess. I'm still shocked that she is a Northern rebel, but August and Georgia never said anything about her. I guess I'm happy for her. Even though I love Maxon, I respect his choice.

- TIME SKIP TO FEW DAYS AFTER ENGAGMENT CEREMONY -

Maxon POV

"Maxon, can't we just elope or something?" asked Kriss, clinging on to my arm. I chuckled. "Kriss, you know we can't do that." I said, looking at her. "I have a duty to this country, and pretty soon you will too." Kriss playfully groaned.

"I just want to get married right away, you know?" she sighed. I nodded, but it was halfhearted. America stole my heart, and I wanted it back, but I knew if we ever saw each other again, I would convince myself otherwise. But I learned my lesson. Don't put your happiness in other people's hands. They'll drop it. They'll drop it every time. I looked down at my watch and sucked in a breath. "Oh, no, Kriss, we are late for our meeting with the wedding planner!" I exclaimed. Kriss laughed. "Then let's hurry!" she said, pulling my arm.

The meetings are always awfully boring. I wasn't expecting any more out of this one. "So, the table cloths color should be a bright color, right Maxon?" asked Kriss, pulling me out of my thoughts. I nodded. "Uh-huh." Kriss turned back to Miss Sanchez. "We would want it to be bright and happy, isn't that right Maxon?" I cleared my throat. "Yes." Miss Sanchez nodded and wrote it down in her notes. "What about the flowers?" she asked. This was going to be a long meeting...

-TIME SKIP TO FEW HOURS LATER-

I was at my desk doing dumb deskwork, bored out of my mind. My mind wandered to my parents who were now dead due to a recent rebel attack. Father... He may have hurt me many times, but have I wanted him to die? Of course not, I guess. Now mother... My eyes filled with tears. She didn't deserve t die. She was so sweet. A knock at the door pushed me back into reality. I wiped the tears and called out, "Come in." A butler walked in. "Your Majesty," he said, bowing. "Yes?" I asked, curious. The staff knew they weren't supposed to bother me while I'm working unless it's important. "We were cleaning the king and queen suite, as you requested. We found quite a few things. These letters that we found are addressed to you, from your mother and father," he said, handing the letters to me. I took them. He was right, one was in my mother's handwriting, the other in my father's handwriting. Both with my name on it. I opened Father's first.


Maxon,

If you are reading this, it means I'm dead. Let's hope you chose a good wife. Remember what I always told you. Be better, faster, Maxon. Don't think I did what I did for bad reasons. You have to understand, you grew up a better person because of me right? Of course I won't be there to watch you stumble. You won't rule better than me, of course, but you'll be alright.

King of Illea,

Clarkson Shreave


I opened my mother's next.


My Dearest Maxon,

I know that if you are reading this I'm gone. I'm sorry that I won't be there to tell you I love anymore. These will be my last words to you, so I'll make them my best. There is not one thing you can do that I won't forgive. It's beautiful how easily we can give up on things we love for the people we love. If your stuck at the bottom, grow flowers there. These ramblings may sound strange to you, but it's my last advice to you. Some people walk away, but never truly leave. Remember that, Maxon. Stop thinking so hard about everything, stop overanalyzing, just go, just do. If it feels right just go with the flow. If it feels wrong, don't think about it anymore, and walk away. Don't forget, it's the little things that matter. And Maxon, remember this: the last person you think about before you go to bed, that's who your heart belongs to. Don't run until everything you know fades away. Face it. Maxon, I love you, and I'm so proud of you. I hope you live a good life.

Love,

Amberly Shreave, Mom


Tears were streaming down my face now. Why is it that when the story ends, we begin to feel all of it?