Hello. So I read winterprincess's review and I had a thought that maybe you readers might want some answers to your asked/unasked questions about My Dear. That's what these stories are going to be about. Today, you get a short story from a dying Kriss.

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Disclaimer: I do NOT own The Selection. That belongs to Kiera Cass.

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What Happened To Kriss

I didn't think that today would be my last. Everything seemed so peaceful, as I'd had a wonderful time talking with Maxon in his room this morning. The birds were singing a cheery tune, even though it was getting close to December. America and I had finally started opening up to each other about our relationships with our boyfriend. Now, America is sitting next to my dying body, with Maxon trying to pull her away. They had to get out of here. The rebels were becoming stronger than ever and as I lay dying, my perfect day was flashing before my own eyes.

To be fair, I always knew that Maxon never truly loved me. He always seemed so distant every time I'd seen him, that I wish he had been honest with me from day one. He only ever had eyes for America and even though I told myself otherwise, I knew that I was constantly wrong. All those dates were for show – lies so that he could hide his favoritism towards her. I don't know whom he's trying to fool because I certainly didn't fall for his little act. However, I wanted to. Sometimes it's easier to believe in a ridiculous lie than to face the inevitable truth.

Everyone seemed to be rooting for America. The public, the palace maids, the guards – everyone in the lower castes, or people who had come from them thought that she would change the country for the better more than the rest of us Elite. Even King Clarkson wanted her to win, though I knew that it was just a front. Something happened that caused him to forgive America and I will never know.

A guard named Officer George had come to stand next to me and was yelling for a doctor. Maxon still hadn't managed to drag America away and now there was a team of people helping him escort the beautiful red-haired girl with tears streaming out of her big, blue eyes and down her cheeks away to the safe room. Her sobs told me that she had seen the rebels shoot me and that she might never forget. I only hoped that Maxon could help her regain that lovely personality of hers. They deserve each other and I just hope these stupid rebels don't drive her away.

Even though my relationship with Maxon was all a façade, I still want him to be happy. To be honest, I was sure he was going to send me home that first day. It just sucks that I will never get my fairytale ending.

My heartbeat was starting to slow down, as the doctors tried and failed to save me. I felt my eyelids become painfully heavy and I struggled to keep them open. He would never miss me – never grieve over my death. My breathing stopped and I heard the monitors beeping that horrid sound. I closed my eyes and accepted the fact that I was now dead. My heart would never long to be loved again. I would truly die forever alone.

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