Although I loved the final book in the Divergent series, I've wanted to write a fanfic on a extended ending to Allegiant and this is just my brain mind vomiting onto the page about what happens to my favourite male character and everything else after Tris's ashes are scattered. Hope you enjoy and any feedback is much appreciated :)

Disclaimer: Any and all characters and settings belong to the amazing Veronica Roth and the Divergent series:)

CHAPTER 1: For one cannot see without a light.

I walk to the edge of the building, my feet scuffing the ground with each step.

Normally I'd feel fear, a fear of falling, a fear of shattering my bones on the concrete below. Not today. Today I would be shattered long before my body hit the pavement for I am already broken.

The wind stirs my knotted hair and dances between my fingers, begging me to bask in the warmth of the rising sun. Warmth doesn't reach me though. I am a dark, empty void for one cannot see in the dark without a light. My light is gone, taken from me by a man who thought he could play God.

My light, my Tris.

A tear rolls down my cheek and I quickly wipe it away. 'As if anyone could see me up here.' I think to myself. We were going to have a life together, free of factions, rules, simulations, war. We would finally be free. But no, Tobias Eaton doesn't get a happy ending, he never has. I wasn't there to protect her and now she's dead. I clench my fists till my nails draw blood. If I was there she'd still be alive, it's my fault.

"Tobias?"

I look towards the voice I know better than my own name.

"What are you doing?" she asks, locking her worry-filled gaze onto mine.

"I've had enough." I say simply, turning back to the fiery sky.

"No you haven't." she says touching my blood-covered hand, soft as a feather.

"Yes. I. Have. You left me Tris. You promised. You said you wanted to live!" I have lost all patience with talking quietly and my tears are flowing freely. I don't care.

She grabs my face and turns it back to her. Her eyes are shining with unshed tears and her lips are turned down in her trademark frown. "You don't want to give up. I don't want you to give up. All the people who love you don't want you to give up. Promise me; promise me you won't give up."

"No. You promised you would never leave me again, yet you did. I will promise you nothing." Tearing my face from her grip I take another step forwards and ignore the insistent pulling on my arm.

"Please, no! I love you! PLEASE!"

"I love you, Tris."

I take the final step into nothingness and drop, her high pitched screams dying in the wind. Some part of my brain is screaming. I ignore it. That part of me that felt fear, that felt anything, died along with her.

The biting wind pushes my hair back and arms out. How could I have been scared of this? This isn't scary, this isn't exhilarating. It's freedom. No wonder she loved zip-lining so much. I see the concrete rising up to meet me and the screaming voice in my head reaches its crescendo. I close my eyes.

BANG!

I open my eyes. I've stopped but the wind still rushes past my fingers and pulls at my clothes and hair.

BANG, BANG, BANG!

The world tilts and I'm thrown sideways. I'm tumbling into darkness.

BANG, BANG, BANG!

There is nothing. I am nothing.

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BANG, BANG, BANG!

I pry my eyes open and see cracks. Cracks that snake up the wall, twist, turn, all originating from one impact point. One catalyst that changed this wall. I am like the wall. One catalyst changed me, broke me, and shattered me beyond repair. Though unlike the wall, my damage is hidden, seen only by me, felt only by me. I run my fingers over the cracks. How something so small can weaken the overall structure of something used to elude me. Now I know.

BANG, BANG, BANG!

"Four, I swear if you don't open this door in 10 seconds, I will knock it off its hinges again!"

I pull myself from my reverie and drag myself out of bed. My apartment is small and tidy; a stiffs house. I walk to the door and unlock it.

"Took you long enough." Zeke says, barging into the room. I no longer care who invades my space. I no longer care about anything.

"Can I help you?" I ask, dropping myself onto the couch.

"Yea, I was wondering if you could help me find my friend. He's about 6 foot 4, dark hair, smells like he's been sleeping in a manure pile and wanders around like a lost puppy. Come on man. No one's seen you in a week. Where have you been?" I just shrug me shoulders with indifference.

He sits down next to me and stares unflinchingly. "Look, I know. You miss her. We all do, but you can't just stop doing… everything! You don't think I miss my brother! I miss him every goddamn day but I don't stop living because he's gone. I dedicate every stupid ass thing that I do to him." His voice drops with sadness and my gaze wanders to the crack in the wall.

''It's been three years. You seemed to be doing alright but then you started shutting yourself out again." I glare at the crack in the wall. He huffs in frustration then abruptly stands.

"You. Up. Now. We're going to the farms and you're coming with us." He says firmly.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Four."

"Zeke."

"I will drag your sorry ass out that door one way or another."

A smirk tugs up the corners of my lips. "I'd like to see you try."

The hint of a smile plays at his mouth before he is back to his stoic expression. "Look, come with us for a few hours and we'll leave you alone for another week."

I glare at him long and hard but he returns it with a look of unflinching resolve. I know I'm being an asshole and a pathetic excuse for a friend but for some reason I no longer care. Since when have I let my Abnegation side disappear completely? You know when… a voice in my head replied. I run a hand though my short hair in frustration.

"Fine. Two hours, no more."

"No less." He replies with a smile. "Oh and Four, take a goddamn shower. You smell like last week's leftovers."

Hope you liked it! I'll try and update soon and please leave feedback, the good, the bad and the downright scary:)