It has been three years now, since Tris died. I still feel empty without her, like I have just been popped by a pin. I stumble over past memories of her, remembering her permanent gleaming smile and the way she corrected my mistakes. She was the one that aided me, healed me. God knows what would have happened if she had never picked dauntless, never acknowledged me or talked to me in the slightest. I would have been an irrational, emotionless man with no real personality and she saved me from that. She saved all of us. I had sleepless nights after she died and when I did dream they were about her death and how she must have felt when David was extinguishing her life. I feel tears swell up from my bloodshot eyes. Why, why did she leave me? I bite my lip, trying to push away the tears, probably too hard because now dark blood is spilling out of my pale and dry lips. Christina immediately notices and rushes over.
"You ok?" she whispers and squeezes my arm gently. I sigh "yeah, I -" then break into tears.
Silence
"Look it's going to be ok also I have something to show you."
Transformed from her solemn frown is now a broad smile. She moves her cold hand from my arm down to my own hand and twines her fingers through mine. We start running. Christina tugs me round bends, through corridors until we come abruptly to a standstill. I am standing in front of a door which I have never really acknowledged before. I slowly rotate the iron handle. My mind is buzzing frantically with different possibilities. As the door creaks open, it reveals a shadowy figure sitting on a table ledge. A deathly cold voice which sounds slightly familiar calls out .
"Tobias?"
My head suddenly feels heavy like it has been weighed down by me attacking thoughts. No,no this can't be real. It's not possible, is it?
"Tris?"