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The 1st summer since it all...

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Dress of the hour (˶˃𐃷˂˶)

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Maxon & America's last dance, or is it?

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(n.) Things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence

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(n.) fear of failure; fear of not being enough

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(n.) a firm decision to do or not to do something.

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Maxon chooses Kriss. America's father dies; leaving her with the responsibility to provide for her family whilst grieving the loss of the two most important men in her life.

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Grief is a peculiar thing. It destroys you from within. So when the fine lines fracture, when you begin to suspect its presence; it's already too late. And you shatter into an uncountable number of fissions, falling into yourself. I’m not grieving, I’m healing.

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(n.) frustration, anger or aggression directed inward, toward oneself or one's way of living

Five years after the Selection. Maxon divorced Kriss and is still left aching for America, who is newly engaged to another man. Some oneshots inspired by my main fanfiction The Aftermath.

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(n.) A dull ache of the soul, a sick pinning, a spirit of anguish

Five years after the Selection. Maxon divorced Kriss and is still left aching for America, who is newly engaged to another man. Some oneshots inspired by my main fanfiction The Aftermath.

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Maxon chooses Kriss. America's father dies; leaving her with the responsibility to provide for her family whilst grieving the loss of the two most important men in her life.

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Grief is a peculiar thing. It destroys you from within. So when the fine lines fracture, when you begin to suspect its presence; it's already too late. And you shatter into an uncountable number of fissions, falling into yourself. I’m not grieving, I’m healing.

Link to Chapter 1 of the Aftermath

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(n.) someone who only pretends to smile

Link to Chapter 4 of the Aftermath