Hi everyone! I'm very sorry that I haven't updated lately. I have been so busy and I really feel horrible about it! Disclaimer: I own nothing, the amazing Kiera Cass does, except for Mark and Angela. Please review, follow, and all that good stuff! I'll try to write soon. And here we go!
Kris's POV
I gathered my belongings, and nodded to my maids sadly as they helped me back. I noticed a tear running down my cheek, and looked around at the palace, wondering what could have been. I felt confident in my decision, but I still faced the reality of it, my mind becoming too pragmatic yet again. As I walked down the halls to the car that was waiting for me, I took one last look around the palace. I imagined the children Maxon and I could have had, nt waking up to a delicious breakfast every morning. I suddenly snapped back to reality, watching as a maid accidentally cut her hand on a shard of glass that she was cleaning up. I gasped and ran to help the poor girl but she shook her head and smiled sadly at me.
"What?" I asked, feeling bad for sounding so frank yet curious why she gave me this sad smile. After all, I was free to live a new life, to have a new beginning.
"Oh, I am sorry miss, but..." she trailed off, not seeming to be able to finish her thought, "um, it's really fine. I can clean it up myself, I promise miss."
'Oh, okay," I said, feeling slightly disappointed that I couldn't help her. I walked off and sat in the car as some guards put my luggage in the trunk. "Thank you," I murmured, weakly, not really speaking to anyone. I felt like I was in a state of shock, and I couldn't help it as my thoughts went back to thinking about what i could have done, what could've happened if the rebel attack hadn't happened. I thought that it was decided. maxon chose me. Apparently, that was not the case. I let myself cry, but silently. I didn't want to make a big fuss about it, and didn't want to lose myself. As I came out of the car to the airport, there were many fans screaming my name. I had to suck up my feelings and present my best, poised and composed self. I signed a few photographs, laughed at some of the signs and smiled for the cameras. I walked into the plane, and tried to lose myself in a book, but I couldn't read more than three pages before losing myself once again and condemning myself for my decisions. After much debate inside my mind, I decided to sleep.
Mark, Kris's Dad
I was watching the television when it struck. Whatever it was, it was not planned. I instantly looked at my wife, Angela, and we panicked. We watched frantically, waiting for a signal that our daughter would be okay. Before, I had never thought about what it would be like to lose our only child. We shared the same expression, and paced around the room. I did some work, but couldn't focus. After I went to sleep, I thought about what was happening. When I was looking at the screen earlier, I remember seeing Kris and Maxon together, looking blissful and like a true couple. I thought that the America girl had been winning. I turned hopeful, thinking of all the good my Kris could do, and she should push our thoughts of the Northern Rebels. I remember the day when I joined. At school, there were many who shared those sentiments against the monarchies, but did not want extreme violence. I started getting involved in politics and debate, until the government shut those programs down. I was infuriated, and started hanging out with those kids more, until I finally joined the network. I kept the secret and never told a soul, but would look at my friends whenever something happened, both to the rebels or in the monarchy. I kept the secret from my parents, long after they died. It became a art of my identity, and I believe in my cause strongly. I too, believe in Maxon and his ability for change, especially after Clarkson is gone. I quit my thoughts, and finally decided to go to sleep, letting my eyes close, my thoughts drift, and my breath slow. I had hope that Kris would make it. I knew that even though she may not act like a fighter, she would be one.
