Happy 11-Almost-12-Days-Into-The-New-Year!
Because I'm a lazy genius, this is a sneak peek for a one-shot I published a long time ago for a special and unexpected reason. Also, it's for another entry in My "Failed" Love Life series.
Photo #105: In My Heart and Soul
Eadlyn looks at the next photo and she sighs happily at how in love her parents are by simply gazing into each other's eyes. They're holding hands and her father is holding their hands up at his chest, where his heart would be. Their feelings towards each other are always natural looking, even in the spotlight. They never had to force their affection for one another because it was just there.
Imagine going through a normal day knowing that someone's always thinking about you. That has to be the best part about being in love - the feeling of someone feeling most comfortable when you're in their mind. Time is valuable. For all the time they're going to lose by not being together, it makes lovers more valuable to one another.
But the worst part of it all is that nobody realizes that until their loved one's life is hanging on a thread...
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After a long day of work, Maxon cannot be more relieved to finally head up to his room and retire for the night. He could say that today was the hardest and most stressful day, but then tomorrow would come and change that answer. That is why he keeps his mouth shut. Also, he's too tired to even complain.
That's what comes with being a king after all.
He opens his bedroom door and exhales exhaustedly as he closes the door behind him. He looks to see America already sitting on her side of the bed ready to go to sleep. When she sees him, she smiles brightly as she closes her book. Her face alone gives him a little boost of energy.
"Long day?" America asks rhetorically even though she already knows the answer is affirmative.
"Longest," Maxon responds.
He makes his way over to their bed and just plops on his side, kicking off his shoes. He doesn't care about changing out of his work clothes. He's just too tired. At least when he wakes up in the morning, he'll already be ready for another day as King of Illéa.
"Foreign ministers are the worst people to deal with," Maxon tells her, "especially the ones from countries you're not on friendly terms with. We all want the same things: economic benefits from one another and an idea of reciprocity. I just don't want to be receiving the short end of the stick which is all they're giving me. They must define reciprocity differently in their country."
"And those counties wonder why they have such few allies," America scoffs.
"Exactly!" Maxon exclaims. "But I couldn't say that because I need them."
"They're treating you like a child," America tells him. "They think that because you got into power simply by inheritance at such a young age - and are half their age - that you don't know anything, especially since a lot of countries consider Illéa as a powerhouse. Democratic countries out there still snub us for being a monarchy."
"I love you so much..." Maxon tells her from what seems like out-of-the-blue, but in reality, when isn't he telling her that.
America smiles, putting a hand on her arm and squeezing it. "I know."
"Thank god you're my queen."
"Thank yourself because you picked me."
Maxon grins at the chance to self-compliment himself. If there was one choice he could consider the best one he's ever made, it would be choosing America as his wife, queen, and mother of their future children.
"So you agree with me," Maxon says, "that was the worst meeting to date."
"Based on what you said, yes," America replies.
Maxon raises a confused eyebrow. "What do you mean by based on what you said? You were at the meeting."
"No, I wasn't."
"I swear, you were." Maxon feels as if his entire day was a lie now. First the terrible meeting and now this. "If you weren't, then why was I hearing your voice?"
"I'm either your conscious or the voice in your head," America jokes. "Actually, knowing how much you love me, maybe it's both."
As she laughs, Maxon thinks this over. He tries to picture himself back in that meeting room with all the foreign ministers and his own assistants. From what he could remember, America was sitting in a chair near his. She was nodding along when people made their points, laughed when the rare joke was made, sipped her tea, and gave him faces that told him to keep to himself what he truly wanted to say. He could swear that she held his hand at one point (given that she wasn't there, he wants to believe that he was holding his other hand).
"Wow..." Maxon exhales, after trying to process that America wasn't actually there. For some reason, it was hard to accept.
"You genuinely believed I was there?" America questions. She feels intrigued by all this.
"In my heart and soul, you're everywhere."
America is left speechless. Her facial expression changes in a way that indicates that she was told the most precious thing ever which, in fact, she was. Maybe that means that she is both his conscious and the voice in his head.
In response, America leans forwards and hugs Maxon. This surprises him but he graciously accepts it.
"What's this for?" Maxon asks.
"I don't need an excuse for wanting you in my arms," America responds.
This is why people touch. Sometimes words just aren't enough.
"Why do you feel so inevitable to me?" Maxon asks her.
"Till death do us part," America whispers back as she hugs him tighter.
Yes, I've had someone tell me that I was there in their heart and soul because he literally thought I was everywhere. It was beautiful.
There was no photo for this chapter, specifically, but oh well lol. Here is the story below:
In My Heart and Soul - SHIELD Academy student Leo Fitz likes to discuss his classes with Jemma Simmons. The only problem is that he thinks that she's in all his classes when she isn't. (FitzSimmons OS)
Stay Tuned - (I should just stop putting these in because I wholeheartedly do not know what is going to be happening next)
