Ok guys. So here's chapter 6. I think I'm going to be doing weekly updates, most probably on the weekends. I'm going to try this out and see how it goes. Hope you guys like this next chapter! All rights go to Kiera Cass!

America POV

He did it again. He left.

I know that love is inconvenient, but this..this is torture. One minute I feel like we have it, but then, by the next minute, we've lost it.

I know in my core that I love him and will always love him, but sometimes I wish that I could forget about it. I wish that I could start over. The pain is excruciating. And the fact that he loves me too just makes it worse. It's ok if I suffer. But the thought of him struggling, it breaks me. He doesn't deserve to feel this agony. This is all my fault. I messed it up once, and now I messed it up again.

How could I even doubt for a second that he loved me? I could see it in his face, hear it in his voice - he loved me. He admitted that he made a mistake, but instead of forgiving him I made him feel even worse.

Our love is difficult, but maybe it is too broken to be fixed. Maybe this is for the best. Maxon belongs with Kriss, she's the best for him and she's the best for the monarchy. I'm wild and temperamental - I would just wreak havoc. Maxon needs someone to comfort him, he doesn't need someone to cause him even more stress. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe we aren't good together. Maybe I should just give up.

That thought releases a fresh wave of tears. The idea that Maxon and I aren't meant for each other kills me. I can't live without him. But love means sacrifice. If me not being with him means that he will be happy, then so be it. I would die for him. But now is just a matter of seeing if I can stay away.

Then I cry, really cry. I cry for all that I have lost and for what could have been. I cry for Dad, for Maxon, and for myself. I'm already dead. Trying to stay away from Maxon will be my own personal hell. I might as well give up now. I entertain the idea. All it would take is a correctly placed bullet wound or some poison. It wouldn't be hard. But I shove the idea away when I think of what would happen. My family, they would break. They wouldn't be able to handle it. They already lost Dad, me dying right after him would just sink them deeper into their depression.

And Maxon, oh Maxon. If he loves me as much as he says he does, then this would kill him. I couldn't inflict such pain upon him.

So suicide was out. It was selfish. It may rid me of my pain, but it would just transfer that misery to someone else.

There was only one option. I had to suck it up and keep going. I had amazing friends and a supporting family. I would be alright. My mind drifts to Ethan. And maybe I could try again.

Ethan POV

I was confused. She had told me how he had broken her heart and it was clear how distressed she was. But still, as soon as he show up again, she falls right back into his arms. Why? This thought plagues me the whole ride home. Sure he was a prince, but he didn't deserve her. I had only been on one date with her, but I realized what a catch she was. I had never met a girl so beautiful, and so real.

She didn't care about what others thought of her, she did her own thing. I had met many girls in the past, but never someone quite like her. I didn't know what was going to happen next, but one thing was for sure. I liked her, and I was going to fight for her. I wasn't sure what about her made her so worth it, but I couldn't stand to see her suffer. She may have loved the prince at a point, but right now she was open to possibilities. And I was one of those possibilities.

She had to choose someone eventually. And I would do everything in my power to make her see that I was perfect for her, that I would love her forever, unconditionally. And I would. This wasn't some ploy to get her to fall in love with me and then use her. I wasn't some pervert. I knew what love was. I had tasted it before. My thoughts turn bitter as her face flashes in my mind. Love was inconvenient. You had to fight for it. And that's exactly what I was planning to do.

America was so many things. She wasn't perfect, but she was perfect for me.

And that was chapter 6. Hope you liked it. Sorry it was kind of short. Read and review your thoughts. Bye!