i just imagined maxon and america in the gardens. it's a slow day, and the kids are entertaining themselves somewhere in the castle(max and mer don't know where, but it doesn't matter because they trust their children to take care of themselves). maxon has his camera, america is lying in a field of short, dark red flowers planted in memory of those who fell on maxon's decision day. she wears the most beautiful red dress, matching the petals around her perfectly. mary, who has become so much more than a maid, stands smiling off to the side with lucy, who visits often with aspen and their kids. it's perfect and heartbreaking in the worst way, having lost so much but having the power to change.