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When I finally calm down enough for him to release me,I notice that the front of his shirt is only slightly wet.It never ceases to amaze me,how little physical evidence our grief leaves.I go through this almost every night nowadays and I know Four does too.While other people sleep comfortably in their beds,we endure this gut wrenching pain and what physical trace does our agony leave?A few wet spots on the pillow or on each other's shirt.Everytime I wake up after one of my episodes,I expect everything to have changed.For the world to have shattered.But everything looks the same.The tears dry up even before I manage to get to sleep.This isn't the first time Four has comforted me.But this is the first time he's ever admitted to having nightmares himself.He never did like to talk about his fears.I wonder who he sees.Only Tris?Or are there others?Does he see Uriah?I guess I'll never know.He smiles at me as I let go of him.I try to smile back.But I can't.Will's face keeps flashing in my head.So,instead I look away.He pats my head lightly and leaves the room.I fall back into bed.I'm grateful for him.He doesn't talk very much or ask a lot of questions,but he understands.I can see it in his eyes.I thought we would mend as time passed,but lately its gotten worse.The nightmares and the pain.Its like I don't want to fix myself.Fixing myself would entail letting go of Tris and Will and I'm not strong enough to do that.Yet.I suspect Four feels the same way.
Barnana wrote: "When I finally calm down enough for him to release me,I notice that the front of his shirt is only slightly wet.It never ceases to amaze me,how little physical evidence our grief leaves.I go throug..."Nice. Some writer you are :) I really liked it Branana
Rida wrote: "Barnana wrote: "When I finally calm down enough for him to release me,I notice that the front of his shirt is only slightly wet.It never ceases to amaze me,how little physical evidence our grief le..."That's really nice of you to say.Thank you!
He holds me there; not saying a word. We both contain this deep grief which haunts us where ever we go. Why, why, why did this have to happen to us? Why were they taken from the world?
Four stands ups and looks at me. "OK?" he asks. But I know what he means, he's asking if he can he leave- if I'll be alright without him (because he knows I'm not Ok. He knows I never will be.).
I nod in response and snuggle back down under the warn covers. I dread going back to sleep, because I know more nightmares await me.
(I'm sorry I posted mine before I saw Barnanas)
Wow, you guys are amazing? Have you been writing fanfiction before? Its first time I am reading any fanfiction in my life
If you are talking about me as well as those two, no ive never written fan fiction but i have written a 40 page story before
Where hall we carry on from, mine or brananas?
I don't know...both are amazing.
I understand that in life, someone will be taken from all of us. Death is something no one can escape. But I don't think that it was very fair that I was robbed of so many.
They were so young. Too young.
I clutch at the mercy of sleep as all the rest of my thoughts slip away from me.
Thankfully,I don't dream.When I wake up at dawn,I throw down the covers and get off the bed.This has become something of a habit now.I spend as little time on the bed as possible.It feels like a hostile entity.I've endured some of my darkest nightmares on that bed.Every night,I shudder at the thought of going back.I heave a sigh of relief as I head towards the bathroom.I can hear Four moving about in the other room,already awake.I wonder again,as I do so often,which one of us is in more pain?Is there an upper limit to the amount of suffering and loss a person can endure?Have we already hit that limit?Or does Tris's absence hurt him more than Will's absence hurts me?I start thinking about Will again.I still remember the first time he kissed me.Hesitant and gentle.Terrified that he was doing it all wrong.But thats not the most vivid memory I have of him.A few days before the attack on Abnegation,we found ourselves alone in the dorm.His green eyes twinkled with mischief as he pointed it out.I couldn't stop smiling that afternoon.His kiss wasn't hesitant that day.As I wrapped my arms around his waist,his unkempt blond hair brushing my face,his pale green eyes locked into mine,I felt ridiculously happy.If I try hard enough,I can still remember what his touch felt like.But every day,I feel like the memory becomes less and less vivid.Even back then,I knew that I'd fondly carry that memory around with me forever,no matter what happened.Even if we didn't work out.Little did I know,that I'd be weeping over his lifeless body in a few day's time.
I shake my head slightly to snap myself out of the memory, trying to ignore it. To ignore him. That's the only way I can get through the day, through the week. I hate ignoring him, I hate shoving memories of him from my mind. As much as it hurts, I want to remember Will, and I want to remember Tris, and even Uriah, though I didn't know him terribly well. I hear a small knock on the door, and I nearly shriek - somehow since their deaths I've been much more easily scared than I should be. Maybe it's because I'm constantly reliving their deaths in my head. Two went by a gun. At any moment I could turn around and a gun could be pointed at my head, begging to make me go with them.
No matter how much I miss them, I'm not sure I'm ready to do that yet.
But it's only Caleb: defenseless, sleep-ridden Caleb. We all share a bathroom - which can be kind of awkward, but we've all come to respect each other's privacy, and the rest of the general public has left us alone and they use their own bathroom. I don't know why they'd let us take over a perfectly good bathroom just for three people. If it were a bedroom, I could understand - we wake up screaming from nightmares all the time. But... I don't think we'll be doing much grieving in the bathroom.
"Hey," Caleb says shyly, and he tries to offer me a smile. It doesn't really work - his lips just tremble a little.
"Hi," I whisper. The three of us have been trying our best to get one another through this as a team. We all protect each other and let each other cry on each other and whatnot. It wouldn't be my ideal way to bond with these two, but... I guess it has helped a little. We've almost become like siblings. Awkward siblings, but... siblings.
I walk over to him and wrap my arms around him as tightly as I can manage. Caleb's been out of Abnegation for a while now, but even so, he's still learning hugging. It's still awkward for him, and whenever he hugs me, it's gentle and light. Sometimes I long for him to just squeeze me as tightly as he can, but... I don't know. I guess we'll get there.
[Sorry, that was really long haha]
(that's really good!)
You guys are amazing...thoroughly enjoyed reading your fanfic. Wouldn't it be great if V. Roth read it, too? Keep it up...I await the next entries...
This is brilliant. Rosie, Julie, Baranana & Sarah you guys are doing a great job. I have no words. I can't write with you guys, i wish I could but I am not good at coping with other's writing but I'll definitely be reading it. The more Divergent, the better. I love your work
I break away from Caleb and look up at him, "breakfast?", i ask. He nods in reply and we both head towards the kitchen.This loss, this pain, this greif can even be detected from the way we walk; Caleb walks slower and slightly more slouched than he did before Tris died. Its like the greif is ingrained in us- everything we do shows it.
when we reach the small kitchen Four is already there, setting out the ingredients for pancakes. That is one thing about Four that has never changed; he is always there for you, helping you even in everyday life.
As Four gets to work cooking pancakes me and Caleb sit down at the small wooden table in the centre of the room. None of us speak.The silence fills the room like water; flowing in.The absence of words is normal nowadays. We only seem to talk whenever is really necessary. I suppose its due to the deaths. Like the absence of 3 people leads to the absence of 3 people speaking.
"Anybody want chocolate chip ones?" Four asks. He gets no response. I've always liked my pancakes plain, and I'd guess that Caleb is still used to plain food from Abnegation. I wonder if he's even had chocolate before. Do the Erudite have chocolate? "Okay." Four finishes quickly, and he takes his place next to us. We eat silently. No one asks what we're doing today, how we're doing, nothing. Sometimes I wonder if it was really Tris's death that has left us all silent, or if it was a combination of all our losses. If Tris were here now, would there be conversation?
"If Tris were alive right now, do you think we'd talk more?" I ask aloud. I still have my Candor mouth, so when something is bothering me enough, I'm not afraid to voice it aloud. Maybe it wasn't such a great question to ask, since we are still grieving, but it would have felt wrong if I internalized the question.
Surprisingly, Caleb is the first to answer. "I don't know," he says. I wonder if he's going to go all Erudite on the answer. "I think I'd be better off if she were alive, but that's what I personally believe."
Caleb won't make eye contact with anyone, so instead I look at Four, who seems to be thinking intently about the question. I remember the first time I "smart-mouthed" him, when we were just about to start initiation. I thought he was too tough and serious to actually think about my Candor mannerisms. Maybe, since this involves Tris, this is different. Or maybe things are just different between us now.
"Yes," Four says. He doesn't seem to feel the need to explain himself - he just says the one word and is finished with his answer.
[thanks for all the nice comments! I've never written collaboratively before, and I'm really liking it so far! You all are beautiful writers!!! :)]
(thank you guys! Your writing is amazing!)
We finish our pancakes in silence. They taste really good, I never realised Four was a good cook but then again, how well did I really know him before? The deaths have bought us closer, closer than I'd thought we'd ever become. Caleb, Four and me don't really have many other friends. When Tris, Uriah and Will were killed we begun to live a separated life; just the three of us. We manage.I gather up the plates and wash them up, looking out through the small window at the city down below use.From 3 storeys, up in our apartment, the people down below look like dolls being played with by a child. Most people are walking quickly; heading to work or school I suppose.
"Christiana?" The sound of Caleb saying my my name tears me from the window. I turn around and look at him. He's standing behind his chair at the table, gripping the wood of the chair so hard his knuckles are turning white. He looks nervous and tense. "I've got something to tell you..."
"Yeah?" I say, drying my plate. "It's.. it's about my mom. I think she might have faked her death."
The plate clatters to the floor. Caleb flinches at the sound, but it doesn't break.Hmmm, imagine that. A plate that's tougher than me.
"What? That- that's impossible," I stutter. "Tris- Tris saw her die."
As I say Tris's name, he inhales sharply, like I've stabbed him. I probably did, in a way. Life has a way of showing up and hurting you like that.
"I know, but Christina, I saw her. I know I did."
"Where?"
"At the monument."
I know what he's talking about. After Tris died, we made a monument out of stone to remember her, and everything she stood for. I would never admit this to Four, but I see him almost everyday, sitting down on the base of it, crying. The first time I saw him doing that, I approached him.
"Hey,"I said, like we were old friends meeting up somewhere instead of two broken people trying to mend one another.
He looked up at me with tears shining in his eyes.
"There were so many things I never said to her," he said in a choked whisper. "So many things I should have told her."
"You didn't have to," I said softly. "She knew."
The sound of Caleb's voice snaps me back to the present.
"Christina?"
I set down the rag and grab him by the arm. "Tell me everything you know."
[this story is going somewhere now... This is awesome!]
Rosie wrote: "[this story is going somewhere now... This is awesome!]"[Is it good? I'm not a good writer so someone else can take it if they want]
[no!! Its amazing!! Ill write some tomorrow but in busy now]
[i am writing... Just so you know]
"I was going to the monument, just to place some flowers there and have a bit of a think,but as I turned the corner I saw here; kneeling in front of the rock and weeping. I recognised her even though her hair was longer and slightly grey, her posture not as good and her clothes tattered. I was so shocked I thought my mind might be playing tricks. But it wasn't, she was there, hunched over and sobbing quietly. Once I had taken it all in I ran back to the apartment- to surprised to talk talk to her."
[DANG I NEVER SAW THAT COMING! And Sarah, you're an AMAZING writer!!! I loved the line about the plate being stronger than Christina! GENIUS!!!!] "Are you sure you weren't hallucinating?" I ask. There's no way this could be. She was dead. Tris's mom was dead. Just like Will and the others. She can't...
"I'm pretty sure," he says. Nerves make his voice shake. "I've never hallucinated her before... but then again, what's to say that can't start now? This is freaking me out. Either my mom is alive, or I am mentally insane, and both options freak me out."
"Something tells me you're the kind of guy who would be thankful to have your mom alive."
"I am," he says quickly. "I'm... just unsure."
"I think it's highly unlikely that she's alive," Four butts in, "but if you want to, we can check the control room. I think they have surveillance over the monument. We can see if anyone was there."
Four leads us to the room where we can see everything on screens from cameras that are set up all over the place. I'm not sure if they call it the control room in the Bureau, but Four must have a habit of calling it that from the years he worked there in Dauntless. I don't mind. It's tiny mannerisms like this that remind me of... home.
I can't imagine why Natalie Prior would have faked her death, but as we backtrack the tapes to when Caleb thinks he saw her, we do see someone who shockingly fits the description Caleb gave. I only met Mrs. Prior very briefly on Visiting Day, but recognition floods the boys' faces. I guess that is, in fact, Natalie.
As we backtrack more, we start to see a pattern. Every twenty-four hours - around two o'clock in the afternoon, Four tells us - she's there. Sometimes she just sits there, sometimes she kisses a gravestone we put for Tris there, and sometimes - though very rarely - she cries.
"So, if she's there every afternoon at two," Caleb says, "then I could probably go and see her today if I wanted to. She might be there."
"But why wouldn't she have approached you?" I ask. "She probably knows you're here, doesn't she? Why would she pretend you weren't there?"
"I guess I could ask her," Caleb says. "Maybe she doesn't know I'm here. I guess that could go along with why she faked her death. Maybe she just wants to stay under the radar."
"But if she wanted to stay under the radar, she wouldn't go to the monument in broad daylight where cameras are watching her form every angle," Four points out.
"I guess we'll just have to see."
(Can't wait too keep reading this! Soooooo good!)
Julia wrote: "[DANG I NEVER SAW THAT COMING! And Sarah, you're an AMAZING writer!!! I loved the line about the plate being stronger than Christina! GENIUS!!!!] "Are you sure you weren't hallucinating?" I ask. ..."
{Oh, you are too kind. Thank you. Your writing leaves me in AWE}
[So... we haven't commented on this in a while... SO I'LL ADD SOME MORE haha] At two, all three of us go to the monument. Four and I made a silent agreement to leave Caleb to reunite with his mother alone - if, in fact, we do see her - and so we both stand off to the side a little while Caleb sits at the monument and waits for his mother.
She shows up. I gasp loudly when I see her, and Four almost has to cover my mouth with his hand. I guess it was kind of predictable that she'd show up... but still, seeing someone who you thought was dead, in person... it does things to you.
Natalie Prior walks quietly up to the monument, and I see so much of Tris in her that it almost makes me want to cry. Not only her appearance, but her mannerisms as well. She walks with her hands clasped in front of her, wearing clothes from no particular faction, just as I suspect Tris would if she were still here. When she catches sight of Caleb, her eyes widen, but from where I am, I can't tell whether they tear up or not. Would Tris cry at seeing her brother? If Tris were somehow still alive, and she saw her brother... yeah, maybe. Probably.
But Natalie doesn't say anything. She hesitates for a moment, and then a small smile grows on her face as she continues to walk silently to Caleb. But instead of tapping him on the shoulder or wrapping her arms around him, she just kneels down next to him.
[Side note: Does anyone remember what happens to Christina's parents? Or family? Are they dead? I can't remember!]
Why was she bowing? Her lips starts moving, shes talking to Caleb but I can't make out what she is saying. I look over to Four, his rough skin, hair dirty, beard growing. He looks tired but focused, I can see what made Tris approach him. The deaths have all had an effect on all of us.
"This still doesn't make sense?" Celeb said in almost a fury, the first time anyone has said something so aggressively since the passing of Tris. But with tears in his eyes.
"What did I mi-" I say, Four covers my mouth with a tightness. His touch was different from Wills, the way Will touched my cheek so lightly and gentle. When his lips brushed over mine.
"I tried Caleb, I tried," Natalie says, still bowing. She now speaks in sorrow, it shocked me, I never knew a stiff could cry. Stiff. The word echoes in my mind, when Uriah, Will, Albert, and everyone called her that. Tris is more than a hero, she was an intelligent, beautiful, brave, hilarious, legend.
"If I could have stopped the system I could." Natalie says slowly making her way up into a stand. Her posture much like Tris'. Four bounces up.
"This is their fight, follow me." he whispers, the spikes from his tattoo climbing up his back. Follow me, the words make my spine tingle, then shiver. The way he said it with tiredness and softness compared to how he said it when we were all were little intates.
We make it back to our apartment without saying a word to each other. We climb the stairs up to the room. The way me and Tris climbed up the stairs while playing 'Capture The Flag" flashed in my mind.
"What are we doing here?" I say lightly.
"Natalie is not who you think she is." Four says back, I stiffen.
(You guys are all great writers, I have never wrote a fanfic, hope this ties it up a bit! Hope it wasn't too long <4)
"This still doesn't make sense?" Celeb said in almost a fury, the first time anyone has said something so aggressively since the passing of Tris. But with tears in his eyes.
"What did I mi-" I say, Four covers my mouth with a tightness. His touch was different from Wills, the way Will touched my cheek so lightly and gentle. When his lips brushed over mine.
"I tried Caleb, I tried," Natalie says, still bowing. She now speaks in sorrow, it shocked me, I never knew a stiff could cry. Stiff. The word echoes in my mind, when Uriah, Will, Albert, and everyone called her that. Tris is more than a hero, she was an intelligent, beautiful, brave, hilarious, legend.
"If I could have stopped the system I could." Natalie says slowly making her way up into a stand. Her posture much like Tris'. Four bounces up.
"This is their fight, follow me." he whispers, the spikes from his tattoo climbing up his back. Follow me, the words make my spine tingle, then shiver. The way he said it with tiredness and softness compared to how he said it when we were all were little intates.
We make it back to our apartment without saying a word to each other. We climb the stairs up to the room. The way me and Tris climbed up the stairs while playing 'Capture The Flag" flashed in my mind.
"What are we doing here?" I say lightly.
"Natalie is not who you think she is." Four says back, I stiffen.
(You guys are all great writers, I have never wrote a fanfic, hope this ties it up a bit! Hope it wasn't too long <4)
"What do you mean? She's Tris and Caleb's mom... is she not?" I whisper to Four, trying not to let Natalie know I'm talking about her. We all just learned that Natalie was one of the first Divergents, that she played a huge role in the Bureau and the Purity War and everything... and now she's something ELSE, too?! "Just wait a minute. You'll see," Four says quietly.
"What did you mean by, 'this is their fight?' Who's fight? What's wrong with our society NOW?"
"I thought your Candor mouth went away," Four says. "Maybe not."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Just be quiet for a minute. She'll explain."
I hate being patient. Maybe that's why I chose Dauntless in the first place.
I thought this was just going to be a family I-thought-you-were-dead-but-you-actually-aren't reunion, a happy time with a few shed tears and happily ever after. But now Natalie is a part of yet another... thing, another problem to solve, another society to escape. We never do get a moment of down-time, do we? Ever since I chose Dauntless, my life has been turned upside down by this... experiment.
And that, my friends, is why I didn't choose Erudite. I. Hate. Science.
(:0 This is great stuff! You guys are all amazing writers, cant wait to read more)
Natalie, Caleb, Four, and I sit in a circle on the floor in our room. I'm not sure why we picked the floor. Is it because Natalie and Caleb are too Abnegation to sit in chairs at a table? What about Tobias? Holy pansycakes. I didn't even realize I was in a room full of Stiffs.
"So..." Natalie starts. She's still sniffling, like she can't quite shake off her crying. But is she crying because she's happy to see Caleb, or because of this 'if I could have stopped the system, I would' thing? "There was another experiment."
I'm really tempted to say, "I hate experiments," because that's what I could do in Candor... but I decide to keep my mouth shut. Obviously Natalie is upset about something or other.
"It involved the Genetically Damaged and the Genetically Pure... but someone must have messed up on damaging the genes, because some of the people there... they were insane."
"Where?" Four asks.
"Aurora," she answers. "It's not too far away from here."
"What do you mean, 'insane?'" I ask.
"I mean... well, insane. Mentally insane. Someone seriously messed with their brains. It was like they were under a simulation or something, but instead of thinking just a select few people were bad... they tried to kill every person they saw."
"Wasn't that how it was in the beginning?" Four asks. "When they were just beginning to change the genes of people, they were terrible, and that's when the experiments started and we improved upon it."
"Yes," Natalie answers. "But it's bad again. I don't know how it happened, but it did. So we've separated people into three categories now - GPs, GDs, and RGDs. Genetically Pure, Genetically Damaged, and Really Genetically Damaged."
The new term almost makes me want to laugh.
"What's so bad about that?" I ask. "I mean, I know it's bad that people are killing everyone, but... I don't know, you seem really upset." That was the wrong thing to say. Stupid, Christina, I scold myself. Stupid.
"The groups of RGDs banded together. They may be insane, but they're smart, too. In secret they started to construct a... a bomb."
"What kind of bomb?" Caleb asks.
"A nuclear-type one. It's not exactly nuclear, but it has the effect that nuclear bombs used to have. It killed everyone in the city, and those who weren't killed are in critical condition in nearby hospitals. The bombers even killed themselves. There may be no survivors. And the worst part is... if someone found out that they were constructing bombs, we could have stopped them. We could have fixed the RGDs. I could have stopped it."
"Why didn't you?" Caleb asks gently.
"Because the whole experiment was secret!" she almost yells. Tears are starting to flood her eyes again, and her voice holds more despair than any voice I think I've ever heard. Except for maybe Tobias's when Tris passed away... "The whole thing was top secret, so I had no idea it was even going on. They were a minority. There was a vote on whether to keep the RGDs or kill them, and everyone wanted to kill them because they were irreversibly damaged, but I guess... I don't know what happened and if someone just blew their cover..."
Caleb grabs his mother's hand and squeezes it, and gives her a small smile. "It's okay, Mom. You don't have to save the world every time. You've saved it enough, haven't you?"
"This isn't just about the people anymore," she says. "Everyone's trying to fix genes to make humanity better, but this... this is obviously an indication that we need to leave humanity alone."
[I don't know if this makes sense, or if it's too complicated, or if it's too much a copy of Allegiant... you guys can completely ignore this post if you want, but no one was writing, so I decided to add something... if it's something you want to keep adding to, that's fine, and if you want to ignore this post and just keep writing off the last one, that's fine, too! :)]
[Wow, that's really long hahaha]
{wow!!! This is amazing guys! I haven't written for ages (opps)! I might write some later. But it is REALLY good!!!}
Ooh, that's an interesting thought! I was kind of stuck, I just wanted to write SOMETHING so that we could keep this going... I actually had no idea what I was going to do until it magically typed itself haha...
Sabine- I like your idea!
"How do we get people to stop" I whisper so quietly that I don't think anybody heard me. It doesn't matter though because we're all thinking the same thing. How? How do we stop something that's been going on for generations. Will it involve more fighting, more conflict, more death? If it does who will fall next. All of this goes through my brain in a split second. I know Four thinks it to I can see the muscles in his jaw tighten. I wonder if he's thinking about Tris I know I am. I wonder how she would,ve felt about this if we do have to fight. I can't believe how ahead of myself I've gotten who says we have to get involved? There is way to much information to absorb right now. I just need to breathe.Long I know also if this is horrible which it probably is just skip right over it.
Then again maybe not as long as I thought but still if it's horrible skip over it.
I'm starting to get really worried and freaked out know. This is going to lead to a full out war, and war means death. "There has to be someway to make the people see what we are doing to humanity. To get them to see how badly we are changing and manipulating our genes." Says Natalie in response to question I thought no one heard. "But how do we do that with out a war or a fight?" Four asks anxiously, "How will this ever work?". That's what we are all thinking, Four. The question is: how.
Caleb has been silent this whole time thinking. Finally he snaps his eyes fill up with a fire I have never seen there before."How can you even think about this mom? Do you not care about Beatrice at all?" I gasp inwardly as I hear Tris's first name. Caleb continues "Why are you even here? Why can't you leave us alone? Do you even care if I die? If anyone in this room dies?" He pauses
Natalie stares at Claeb in shock and her face registers hurt. "Of course I care about, of course I care about Tris!" she cries out indignantly. I'm too surprises to speak, and so is Four it seems. "I'm here to try and help! I want the humanity to survive and for the world to be better!" Natalie almost shouts. I can see tears forming in here eyes.
"Then why ask us? Haven't we suffered enough? I don't want to see anymore of my friends die" He says his voice cracking as he speaks.
"Well.. I thought you may be able to help. You could come back to camp with me and you... You could help make a plan." Natalie says, holding back her tears. I think about this for a moment. Why doesn't she ask older, more experienced people? This still doesn't make a whole lot of sense. I look over to Caleb and I see he is still in a rage, he is still upset. But when I look at Four he seems to be contemplating the idea
[Jessalynn btw you are a really good writer. Its just us at the moment though!]
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Can we do this again, but with the Divergent trilogy? From Christina's POV? {If you don't mind, I'd love to start it out.}
It’s always the nightmares.
I don’t think I’ve had a good night’s sleep in years. Because every time I close my eyes, I see their faces. Will. Uriah. Tris. Will. Will. Will. It’s always someone, but more than most, it’s him.
I remember how it felt when our lips touched, how it felt when he held me.
How it felt when he was unfairly ripped from my life.
From my best friend.
Who was also ripped from me.
In my dreams, we’re sitting at the edge of the chasm, swinging our legs back and forth and laughing. I’m holding his hand, and I feel indescribably happy. Then, with a shudder, the ground starts breaking and Will starts falling. He scrambles for the rail, but it isn’t there anymore, and he’s reaching for me and begging for me but I can’t reach him and at the last second his face morphs into Tris’s, and she screams my name-
I gasp and sit up in bed. I hear Four running into my room, and then his arms are around me. I’m crying and gasping into his shirt, and he just rocks me back and forth.
“I get them too,” he says, and I know he understands.