DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DIVERGENT OR ANY OF ITS CHARCTERS. THEY BELONG TO VERONICA ROTH.
Guys I'll just put the same disclaimer solely on the Prologue, okay?
Prologue
Tobias POV
It's been three years since the war. Three years since Tris was taken away from me. Three years and yet the pain of losing her is still as fresh as if it happened yesterday. And the anger I felt for David still burns bright red inside me as it had three years ago. Nothing's changed.
They say the pain should be bearable now that three years has passed, but it's just not that for me. Sometimes I still wake up and picture her in my arms smiling me that beautiful smile of hers, or picture her having dinner with me, or her visiting me at the office, and then I realize it's just in my head, so I start to cry. It's torture. And it's been like this for three years. I try to put on a brave face when I'm with Evelyn or my friends, just so they don't worry about me. But it's extremely hard to smile and laugh when I'm so broken inside.
Christina keeps trying to set me up with a few of her friends: a co-worker, a neighbour, the girl she met at the park; but I just don't feel anything for them. They're all the same, all they want is the chance to be with Tobias Eaton, War Hero, not the real me. They'd probably run for the hills if they met that guy.
Christina tells me that Tris would want me to move on and be happy. But I just don't want to, even if I did, I can't. Tris will be the only girl for me, there will be no one else, just her. I was made for her and she was made for me. I have always loved her and always will, no matter what. And one day I'll be with her again in paradise, I just have to wait. We're Four and Six, and that's how it will always be.