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MAXON POV
I was going crazy worrying about America, and she had only been gone a day. I would search for her myself, but I knew I would never find her alone, she could be anywhere in Illeá. Instead, I was waiting for the team of guards who were coming back from New Asia, now that the peace treaty had been signed. Unfortunately, they wouldn't be back for a week, and I was going insane. I wish my mother were here to help me, but both my parents were killed in the last rebel attack before we signed the peace treaty. I had heard what had happened. My mom was shot, and died instantly, and my grief stricken dad begged the rebels to shoot him too, so he could be with his wife in heaven, they obliged, but they didn't hit him in the heart so when we found him, he had a few minutes left to live. His last words completely changed my feelings about him.
"Son," he had said, "I know you will most likely never forgive me for what I have done, but before I die," he coughed, he would pass away in a few seconds, "I want you to be happy, marry America and have children." Tears were in my eyes now, "I'm sorry son, I'm sorry Maxon."
"It's okay sir," I had replied.
"Call me dad," that was it. He died, and finally, had the courage to say he was sorry. I forgave him, I wanted a dad, and now I had one, a real one. I jolted back to reality. I was the only one worrying about America, because I had told the country she was in Italy, visiting Nicoletta. Nicoletta knew about the situation and had agreed to the story. I was just about to go looking for her myself, but I knew I needed the guards.
AMERICA POV
I was losing weight every day, I hadn't eaten in over a week, and after eating in the palace for over a year, I was starving. My dress was ragged and torn, and my hair dirty and messy. I walked into town, praying that the grocer would take pity on me. I walked into the store, and saw the manager, "Sir, do you have any stale bread, anything?"
"If you don't have money, no food," he replied gruffly. I started walking out of the store. "I have this magazine, nobody has bought it, it could take your mind off the food?"
"Oh, thank you sir, thank you." He handed me a magazine, the same one that had articles on us during the Selection. I would read it, then try to sell it for a penny. I walked back to my house, holding the magazine in my hand. I sat down on my grass mat and looked at the cover. It was a recent picture of Kriss, Maxon by her side, with big lettering saying, Is Marriage in her future? So it was true, Maxon didn't love me. Tears streamed down my face. I had no will to live anymore. I picked up the knife that I had found in the trash the other day, thinking I could sell it also. It was time to end this, once and for all.