As requested. The next chapterrr! Sorry for the cliffhangar. Hope you like this chapter!

Maxon POV:

He didn't turn. He didn't need to. It was the sound of another betrayal. The sound of more pain. Mia.

" Maxon, please, step away from the edge," she pleaded.

Why? Why, what was in it for him. In front of him, enveloped in darkness, was his freedom. Step forward and he was free. From the pain. From his father. From a friendship that had never been real. From the secrets he had to hide from his mother. From the death of America. From a marriage that he never wanted.

" Why?" he asked, his voice came out choked and broken. " There's nothing left for me." His foot moved forward again and she screamed, sobbing, He stopped.

" You do, Maxon. Please."

" What?"

" America."

America POV:

He turned around so fast, he almost fell. She shrieked as he looked at her. Grief, anger and pain dancing behind his eyes. A thousand different thing rolled through her mind. Should she tell him? If it would save him, she would do anything.

" Maxon, I'm America. The one you danced with on this balcony. I knew everything about your father before you told me." His eyes narrowed, taking her in. Then slowly, a tear slipped out of his eye. But he didn't move. He looked broken. So broken.

" Go, America. Please. Or he'll take you, too. He'll hurt you to." My face, hy hurt hardened into steely determination. I slipped off my heels, hiking my dress to my knees, and climbing onto my knees.

"Ameri.." he started but she silenced him with a glare.

" You don't wanna hurt me?" she yelled sadly, " Then don't leave me here. Don't hurt me." He watched her. His brown eyes so full of pain. She wanted to kiss him again. And she wasn't afraid. She wouldn't live without him. Not again. He sobbed. Staggering off the edge and onto the floor of the balcony.

She climbed down after him. Pulling him into her. He sobbed into her shoulder as she cried into his back.

" I'm sorry America. I love you. I would never hurt you. I'm so so sorry," he sobbed. She shushed him, twirling her fingers in his blond hair. It was soft under her calloused palms, just like always. He pulled away for a second before pressing his lips into hers.

He tasted of salt and mint. Just like always. Fire spread across her, starting from her lips and spreading to her fingers. And even though she had just stared at death, it was like it had never happen. It was like kissing him for the first time. God, she missed him. She loved him. And he loved her. And no one, not even Clarkson could stop them.

" Well, well, you've done a good job….America." Fear coursed through her veins as she turned to the balcony doors. Looking into Maxon's eyes that were no longer full of defeat, she knew they would be fine. They would be together, no matter what it took.

Maxon POV:

He wasn't going to lose her. Not again. And especially not to his father. His father had already taken so much from his. He stood, clenching his fists behind him. America stood next to him, and he didn't need to look at her to know that she was wearing the determined face he loved. She clasped his forearm, squeezing it in support.

" Hello, father."

" Well, Maxon. I'm surprised it took you so long to figure it out. From the way she looked at you. Love. You love this worthless Five, after everything she's put you through."

" No, father," he stepped forward, anger seeping out of him, " What you put me through! And you need me. We both know that."

" Maxon, you hurt yourself, I hurt her. You still lose." Maxon stared at him, Gritting his teeth, His nails making half crescents in his palm. Then someone stepped up beside him. Clarkson growled, annoyed,

" Your right. He may not have anything, but I do. I am the leader of the Special Forces, as you know. They follow me. And I have no qualms against turning them against you. They trust me more than you and will no doubt do what I ask. So you can either walk away and let you son become king and marry whom he pleases, or face death," she smirked through red eyes, " Your choice."

The King's smile waned. He clasped her hand. That was his America. His America. She was back. He started to turn to her. To kiss her. Tell her he loved her. No matter what his father said. Suddenly, his father growled.

He whipped around to see the deathly look in his eyes he always saw before a beating. His father ran at her. Shoving her back. Her hand slipped out of his grasp as she pitched back, over the edge. It seemed to happen in an instant. She slipped falling onto the edge and falling over the edge.

" AMERICA!"

I'm sorry, I did it again. Don't hate meeeee! I will try to post another chpater by the end of the weekend. REVIEW if you have suggestions or requests. Love you always!

- alunarselectedreader