A Tribute

Tris, Beatrice, first jumper, six, friend, lover, sister, daughter, fighter, dauntless, abnegation, DIVERGENT!

Four, Tobias, abused, lover, damaged, dauntless, abnegation, son, fighter, survivor, almost DIVERGENT!

Two different people. Two stories. Two lives. One family. One love. One duty. One sacrifice. A twisted fate. A girl who didn't want to die. A traitor who was ready to. The girl saved the traitor. Sacrifice. The girl saved others too. Sacrifice. She could've lived. Sacrifice. She wasn't meant to live. Sacrifice. She had to die. Sacrifice. She saw it in her mom. Sacrifice. She did it for love. Sacrifice. She had to. Sacrifice. She did it for Tobias. Sacrifice.

Two different people. Two stories. Two lives. One family. One love. One duty. One sacrifice. A twisted fate. A girl who didn't want to die. A boy who didn't want the girl to die. But he understood. Sacrifice. She had too. Sacrifice. He didn't like it. Sacrifice. He just knew it had to be done. Sacrifice. Tris.

Christina, second jumper, friend, lover, amity, DAUNTLESS!

Will, William, friend, lover, erudite, DAUNTLESS!

Two different people. Two stories. Two lives. One family. One love. One duty. One sacrifice. A twisted fate. A boy who was killed. A girl riddled with guilt. Another one with grief and resentment. She loved him. She loved Will! And she killed him. How could she forgive her? But then she does. She is glad. She couldn't have forgiven herself if she had sacrificed herself before they made up. Sacrifice. In a way, that was his death too. It doesn't bring him back. But it does make it easier.

Two different people. Two stories. Two lives. One family. One love. One duty. One sacrifice. A twisted fate. A boy who was killed. By his own friend. But he didn't even know. And that was better. He didn't know who killed him. He wasn't himself. He didn't remember anything. He didn't want to die. He wanted to stay. With Christina. But he had to go. Sacrifice.

A Poem

I loved

I lived

I died

It wasn't for nothing.

I loved for him

Lived for him

And died for him.

I don't regret it.

I loved

I lived

I died

It wasn't for nothing.

I loved for a better world

I lived for a better world

I died for a better world

Was it worth it?

Another Poem

All I see are bruises

Black and blue

Welts all over

All I hear are voices

Not good enough

Damaged

All I feel is fear

I'm not whole

I'm broken

But then she's here

And I'm not broken

I'm whole

Then I am just me. Four.

And she is just her. Tris.

They fought. They loved. They forgave. And some died. Sacrifice.