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.
