Not the best story I've wrote.. But I needed to convey how I think Christina would have reacted to Will's death.
They were laughing as they started towards the dorm rooms, at a joke one of them, (she thinks Will) had made. He'd taken her hand, whispering something sweet into her ear, something she thought she would never forget, but she had, so easily.
Then they'd kissed, a sweet kiss that echoed a long time after into her dreams.
Afterwards, she'd laid in bed, awake, and allowed herself the pleasure of imagining a life with Will.
The vows they'd exchange, the color ring he would buy. The children they'd have, with her dark skin and his messy hair. That they'd spend the rest of their life, together.
Funny how easily it all changed. It was just one shot, but it echoed in Christina's dreams long after.
She'd scream the words, "Why? Why?
How could my best friend do this to me?
All Tris had done was pull the trigger. But now, Will's life was over, taking Christina's with it.
The people at the asylum said she'd get better. Stupid, stupid her to actually believe them.
Some-days were better then others. Some-days were worse. Some-days, she couldn't go outside, because the blue of the sky was to similar to Will's.
Some-days, she'd try to kill Tris.
Other days she was happy, so cheerful.
But the majority of the time she would cry, bolting her door shut to keep anyone from coming in as the tears dripped down her face, soaking the bed spread.
They said she'd get better, but she never would.