Maxon looked into my eyes, and I wondered if he could see it there. All the emotions I’d fought because I thought he was something he wasn’t, all the feelings I never wanted to put a name on. I ducked my head.
“I know that when I thought you were responsible for hurting Marlee, it crushed me. Not just because it happened, but because I didn’t want to think of you as that kind of person. I know that when you talk about Kriss or when I think about you kissing Celeste… I’m so jealous I can hardly breathe. And I know that when we talked on Halloween, I was thinking about our future. And I was happy. I know if you had asked, I would have said yes.” Those last words were a whisper, almost too difficult to think about. “I also know that I never knew how to feel about you dating other people or being a prince. Even with everything you told me tonight, I think there are pieces of yourself that you will always guard… But, with all that …”
I nodded. I couldn’t say the words aloud. If I did, how would I be able to leave?
“Thank you,” he whispered. “At least I can know for certain that, for one brief moment of our time together, you and I felt the same thing.”
Maxon Schreave (The Selection):
It's so hard when your father has unrealistic expectations of you and the girl you're in love with can help but break all the laws and be incredibly frustating.
Prince Kai (TLC):
I feel that. The girl of my dreams is a fugitive who just fled the country and is now considered an interplanetary terrorist.
That's rough buddy.
But wait, now she's decided to kidnap me from my own wedding and the whole world has descended into war.
*sweating* Oh, um, well... *turns to Dorian* how about you?
Dorian Havilliard (TOG):
The first girl I felt seriously about broke up with me and fell in love with my best friend. My father just beheaded my last girlfriend who I loved very much in front of my eyes and now he's forced me into servitude under the command of a magical collar that makes me forget my own name.
Oh well.. my father beat me before he died and I got to marry the girl of my dreams and live happily ever after.
He nodded, still watching my stomach. His eyes filled with tears as he spoke. “Isn’t that remarkable? I suddenly love you a hundred times more,” he said, quietly and in awe. “And I didn’t think it was possible to find love for a person I don’t know at all.”
It was impossible. I had to choose. Aspen or Maxon. But how was I supposed to decide between two good possibilities? How could I make a choice that would leave some part of me devastated either way? I comforted myself with the thought that I still had time.
I think about him every day. Every move I make, I wonder: does this hurt him? Am I harming him? And then it gets worse. I love him so much, and I don’t even know if he lives. […] Because I left him. I didn’t even say goodbye. You know how kids are, they- No, you don’t. So I’ll tell you. They always think it’s their fault. I’m the one that left. That died. And I know that Sam lies awake in bed every night thinking that there was something he could have done to keep me from going to work that day.
Could he feel it, too? Maxon broke the kiss and looked at me. “You’re so pretty when you are a mess.” I laughed nervously. “Thank you. For that and for the rain and for not giving up.” He ran his fingers along my cheek and nose and chin. “You’re worth it. I don’t think that you get that. You’re worth it to me”
I went to grab my shoes as I’d been instructed, but I stopped short at Gerad’s room. He was staring at a blank cnvas, looking frustrated. We kept rotating through options with Gerad, but none of them were sticking. One look at the battered soccer ball in the corner or the second-hand microscope we’d inherited as a payment one Christmas, and it was obvious his heart just wasn’t in the arts.