I was comforting Kriss when I heard a voice.

America's voice.

"DON'T SHOOT!"

Six rapid shots rang out and I turned around-

America screamed and was lying on the ground.

Two bullets in one arm.

One in the other.

Three on her chest.

"AMERICA!" I saw Officer Leger leap to tackle the rebel who had fired at America and I left Kriss, running for America on the ground.

I didn't care about Kriss.

Kriss was nothing to me in that moment.

America was my everything.

"America... America... Listen to me. You will NOT die. America I'm so sorry I love you I shouldn't have let you go I was so stupid America don't die America I LOVE YOU!" I yelled, wrapping my arms around her slim body and lifting her up in my arms.

The rebels had stopped shooting.

They liked America. They didn't want her to die.

I ran out of the room, carrying America to the nearest safe room. I took off my suit and shirt, wrapping the shirt around her torso. "America. America. Can you hear me?"

Her eyes were closed, her skin deathly pale. Her breathing labored, and I cradled her head in my arms. "M..."

My heart broke. She was too weak to even say my name? What did I do?

"America... I'm so sorry. I... I shouldn't have let you go- I love you. I love you, I love you. I love you."

I saw her gather herself, preparing herself to say something. "Of all the lies you've told me, that's the one I resent the most."

She quoted me.

And she closed her eyes, unconscious.

The rebels soon left, and America was in the infirmary. I became reclusive, hiding in my room and not coming out for anything. My parents were dead- I didn't care about my father's death.

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Kriss came into my room.

"Darling?" She said. She walked over to me and started running her fingers up and down my arm. "When do you want to have the wedding?"

"What?"

"The wedding. Ours. When?"

"I can't believe you," I said bitterly. "America is UNCONSCIOUS. MY PARENTS ARE DEAD. CELESTE IS DEAD- AND YOU WANT TO KNOW WHEN WE ARE GOING TO GET MARRIED?!"

"Maxon, I didn't mean it like that-"

"NO. You don't understand, I NEVER loved you. I NEVER did, NEVER will. My heart belongs to America. I'm only going to ask once, ask once nicely. Leave. Leave. I never want to see your face again."

"Maxo-"

"LEAVE!"

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I didn't care that she was crying when she left. But she didn't cry as much as I thought she would. I think that deep down she knew I loved America more than anything.

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Please wake up.

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