Maxon walked through the guards opening towards me. I never thought I would see those warm brown eyes staring at me, making me feel endlessly loved.
"America." He said, his voice hardly a whisper. He went to wrap his arms around me, but I didn't hug back. Instead, I pushed his chest away from me.
I engulfed his face in my hands, and studied his features. His chocolate eyes that had such detail against a light tan background. His honey colored hair was ruffled, probably due to his habit of running his fingers through his hair.
Maxon opened his mouth to say something, but instead I pushed my mouth to his.
"You have no idea about how much I needed that." I said. Maxon let out a wide grin.
"As did I my love. As much as I would love to continue your welcome, I suppose you would like an explanation." Maxon told me.
"That would be nice. Maybe not here, though. How about the study?" I asked.
"Sounds perfect. I have to go check with Dr. Ashlar for a moment. I'll meet you there." Maxon said, as he turned to go back into the infirmary.
I felt an overwhelmingly happy smile form on my features. I thought I would never see him again. As I sat down in the study, I opened my locker to find a picture of him, smiling and looking at something in the distance.
I remember that day. We were on one of our dates, a picnic in the park. I stole his camera before we left to go out, and I had then taken many photos, in which very few had passed Maxon's standards. There was one where he was in mid sentence, his lips blurry. A picture of the grass and some of the picnic blanket in the corner, one that I had taken on accident.
That date was one of my favorites. It made me forget about Clarkson's hatred towards me, and the overall pressure of the Selection.
"Hello my dear." Maxon said, strolling into the doorway. I rolled my eyes.
"Even though you were gone for a while, and I thought that you were dead you still have no right to call me your dear." I replied, with a smirk on my face. Maxons face grew serious.
"That's what I wanted to discuss with you. Me missing and Illea thinking that I died." He said.
"So, what did happen?" I pressed.
"During the attack, I was shot twice, both times in which were life threatening. Doctors from all over the world were shipped in, every one of them sure I wouldn't make it." He paused. Tears grew in my eyes, remembering how scared I was when I heard.
"Five of the best doctors in the world, the people who could help me more than anybody thought I would die. But with the five best doctors in the world, I had the best chance of surviving. I had extreme surgery, that lasted about ten hours. The anesthesiologist gave me to much medicine, and I was in a coma. The doctors didn't want to do anything while I wasn't awake, so they just stopped." Maxon said, his eyes locked onto mine.
"But you DID make it. You're here now." I reassured him. He just slowly nodded his head.
"They were so certain that I would die, they told everyone that. They didn't want anyone to see me, so they pronounced me dead. They were pretty embarrassed when I woke up from my coma." He said. I laughed at that, trying to lighten the mood.
"When did you wake up from it?" I asked.
"Last week." He said bluntly. This really set me off.
"You're telling me that you were alive to the world for one week, and nobody notified my! Here I am crying my eyes out because the one person who I love more than anything is dead, and i could have seen you and talked to you!" I practically yelled in anger.
"Not exactly. They had to do a lot of work, and I was unconscious for most of that week. I just got better this morning." He said sincerely.
"I'm sorry I yelled it's just- I missed you so much." I told him. I gave him a long hug. He then pulled back.
"Now, I have a question for Miss America Singer. I have spent so many days dreaming of you, so will you give me the honor of spending the rest of my life with you, and please marry me?" He asked. He pulled out a gorgeous gold ring from his pocket.
"I'd love to." I said as I held him tighter than ever before.