This is my first try on fanfiction! English isn't really my first language so I hope you can forgive my grammar mistakes. lol. Hope you guys like it. Please review and tell me if you want a 2nd chapter! :) Not really a one-shot depends on the likes and reviews I have :))

Based on The One. I own nothing. All credits goes to the author Keira Cass.

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It was all over even if I never wanted it to end. Maxon has given me so many chances to prove myself and yet I failed him every single time. I have broken his trust and promise. I really meant to tell him about Aspen but there wasn't any right time to tell him and now I've lost him. Because I couldn't find the RIGHT TIME.

I looked at Mary, Anne and Lucy all hyped up, and it pained me more. They look so sure, so excited that I was going to win this. They dressed me in a pearl-white dress that complimented my pale complexion. It had a little bit of train going on, making me look more like a royal—a queen. God, tell them America. Tell them you are not The One.

Lucy started painting my lips pale pink, making me look more lively and youthful. Anne then blushed my cheeks and pinned my hair so that it would cascade down my right shoulder. Mary then added small diamond earrings and my songbird necklace. When I looked at the mirror, I was stunned for a second. They have always made me look so beautiful even though I was born with such plain features but THIS. This is just perfect. I looked as if I was glowing, so innocent, and so pure. OK, I think I'm being vain now but it's just so—WOW. An image popped in my head: a blushing bride. My eyes suddenly darkened and I started to tear up which made my maids confused.

"Why are you crying, miss? Did you not like what we have done?" Anne said worriedly.

"No. No. It's perfect." I laughed will wiping my tears. "I just—I think it's perfect." I smiled to them. "Anyway, I think it's time for me to go… Thank you for everything you've done for me. I will be forever indebted to you guys."

"Don't say such words! We love doing this" Mary said honestly.

"We can't wait to make your wedding dress!" Lucy added.

I froze. "What's the problem, Miss America?" Anne questioned.

Should I tell them? They have the right to know… but I don't want to bring them down. I looked at each of them and said "don't get your hopes high. I don't think he'll choose me." Smiling weakly.

"Nonsense." They said in unison and laughing after.

"You're going to be fine, miss! The prince adores you. Our eyes don't lie. We know you both love each other." Anne added.

"Well. Just... uhm... don't expect too much. Things may turn out not the way you guys imagined it but thank you, nonetheless." I smiled.

-Maxon's POV-

Beautiful. That was all I could think of when America passed through the entrance and sat beside me. She looked at me with hopeful eyes and said. "I've read them. Your letters. Maxon, please don't do this. Please don't destroy our love." Our love? I was enraged. How could this goddess tell me such despicable words when all she had done is break me every opportunity she had.

Without realizing it I laughed cynically and spoke "I didn't know what I was thinking when I wrote those letters. Yes, they were for you but they mean nothing to me now. YOU mean nothing to me now."

When I came to my senses, I saw how hurt she was. Tears were starting to well up on her eyes. I've always hated when women cry, more especially when it's America. I wanted to hug her and say that I forgive her but the memory of her betrayal and dishonesty pulled me back to the cold person I was now. I was angry again. She did not have any right to cry when she was the one who damaged our relationship. "Don't make those fall." I said coldly looking at her teary eyes.

She looked at the ceiling and wiped her tears and back at me smiled weakly. Beautiful. "Good. Make sure you wear that all throughout the ceremony."

"I will." She whispered almost to herself.

"Don't try anything stupid. The losers tend to be overly dramatic. I want you out of the palace as soon as possible." I added, glancing at her slightly. She tensed up and looked down. "I'll be happy when you're gone."

-America's POV-

It hurt. Every word stung and stabbed through my heart. I knew I deserved it but I never thought Maxon could say such words to me. I looked down to my feet and pushed back my tears. Be strong, America.

When I was sure that I could hold my emotions once again, I looked into the crowd. All of them ecstatic. I saw Celeste waved at me and I waved back, smiling weakly. She suddenly looked worried and worded out 'Are you ok?'

I was about to answer back when a gun suddenly pointed at her and a bullet came through her head. She fell to the ground, lifeless. I screamed as palace guards started shouting out orders. Rebels started flooding in the entrance door. Everything happened so quickly. Bullets flying everywhere.

It was horrifying. I looked at Maxon as he also tried to comprehend what was happening. Kriss started crying which made Maxon snap back to reality. He moved her at his back so that she wouldn't get hit. Just when we were about to move a rebel came into view. He pointed his gun at Kriss and Maxon immediately shielded her.

No. No. No. NO! Without thinking, before the rebel could fully push the trigger I ran towards the direction of the bullet. It hit me in the abdomen. And before I could yell in pain another bullet came and hit my chest. I guess I was going to die but I am still happy, knowing that Maxon would be alive.

-Maxon's POV-

"America!" I shouted. I moved towards her body as one of the palace guards took out the devil who shot my love. "Why?!" I cried out "Why did you do that?!"

America opened her eyes and looked into mine. "Because I love you."

"No! You can't just do this to me! Please. Please. You—just can't do this to me." I choked. "Not when I decided to move on."

"Sorry. I just can't help it. I wanted you to live." She closed her eyes letting tears roll down her cheeks. "You're going to be a wonderful king."

"Hold on, America. Don't leave me."

"Hmm... didn't you just say you wanted me gone?" she teased.

How could she joke in such a situation.

"I never meant that! I never meant this to happen! I was so foolish America! I should have tried to understand you more. I shouldn't have made my insecurities get the better of me."

She looked at me and touched my cheeks. "It's going to be fine, Maxon. Don't cry anymore. We were both at fault. Would you forgive me?"

I chuckled while wiping my tears "Silly girl, of course I would." I looked into her eyes and said "Break my heart. Break it a thousand time if you like. It was yours to break anyways. Just—please stay with me, America." I started crying again.

She looked at me sadly. "I wish I was more honest with you. I wish I trusted you more. I wish I had said I loved you earlier."

"Me too. Me too. But it's ok now. We've learned our lessons. We can make up those mistakes when you get better." I said optimistically.

"She's a good person." I looked at her confused. "Kriss, I mean. She loves you so much. Maybe as much as I do. She's going to be a beautiful bride."

It took me a few seconds to realize what she meant. "Don't say that, America. I—".

"I'm thankful for having to meet you. So thankful to love you and be loved in return." Tears streaming down her pale face. She lifted her right arm to hug me and I hugged her back. Seconds after her arm fell down and everything after that was a blur.