Author's Note: I was writing this and I got really random La La Land vibes while America was walking home, so while you're reading you should listen to City Of Stars, to imagine, swipe right on the picture to see the YouTube video. With love, Frankie (:
"America," said a soft voice that could only have belonged to Maxon Schreave.
"Go away, Maxon," I threw back.
"America darling, I'm here," he gently murmured through the crack in the door.
I couldn't talk to him, not here, although I'm not entirely sure where else I could.
I was silent for a moment before taking a felt pen from my pocket and writing on a
probably very expensive hand towel, whatever, I thought, i'm sure they can afford
more. I wrote Maxon a quick note with a shaky hand, expressing no more than a time
a place.
Meet me tomorrow at ten o'clock sharp, magnolia tree in the east wing of the gardens
I shoved the towel under the thin crack beneath the door. I sat, huddled in the corner,
and waited for the sound of Maxon's feet, slowly walking away from me.
I must be recklessly impulsive because i'm not even sure I want to see Maxon.
But, I can't stand for not knowing. I have to know if we can still be together, I owe it
to myself after all this time.
When Maxon finally left I slowly ducked out of the bathroom, feeling only slightly better
than the night of his engagement. It wasn't late, only around seven, so after sneaking off
from the palace, I walked home dazedly. Well, I thought I was going home, I ended up
by the Eiffel Tower, which I had seen plenty of times with Celeste, but it seemed to be lit
up brighter than usual. The world seemed to be lit up brighter than it had since I had
last seen Maxon. I strolled through the park until by some miracle I reached my home.
Author's Note: Okay, okay so I know this chapter is like crazy short but I'm writing chapter 4 right now so there won't really be a wait, I just wanted to split the two scenes up (: -Frankie
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