Al's POV
No one is here. It's just me. I can't believe what I have done. I close my eyes as the sounds of the waves in the chasm thrash angrily below me. The guilt seeps in again as I take a deep breath. Tears prickle in the edge of my eyes as I thought about the terrible act I have committed. I shake my head in disappointment. What if Four wasn't there to stop us? I immediately rid my head of those thoughts. I feel so horrific and disgusted with myself. I had teamed up with Peter and Drew for goodness sake! What was I thinking? How I could betray her trust like that? I grimace as the memories of Tris' screams flood in and the whole world stops. All I can hear is the blood curdling, terrified and piercing scream that was emitted from her that night. I shiver again as a cool wind passes and bite my tongue to keep me from screaming. My tears rush down my face like a torrential downpour and I rake my fingers through my hair forcefully. Okay. This is it. I wouldn't be able to live with the constant guilt of what I have done. I wonder what my parents would say, that I am a disgrace for all Dauntless. I am selfish. My body starts shaking violently until I have no control of it what so ever. I get off from the rock I was sitting on and walk to the edge. The edge that had taken many others like me. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, taking in my last deep breathe before I plunge to my death, thinking only one thing; I am so sorry.