Hi~ This is my first Divergent fic. Hope you guys like it. Reviews would be nice!

It's Time

He knew that everybody in the room was already asleep, but he couldn't bring himself to get out of bed. He was staring, transfixed, at Tris's sleeping form across the room. She was lying face down on her stomach, but she would toss and turn occasionally. She was like that every night. It seemed as if she was never completely at peace. Something was always bothering her.

Al felt a pang of guilt, and quickly turned his head away from the sleeping girl. What he was about to do wasn't going to help her. It was probably going to hurt her more than anyone.

Would she miss him? Al was hoping she would, but he couldn't take back what he had done to her. Why had he ever agreed to help Peter? Why had he ever tried to kill her? He remembered how she had screamed that night, how she had struggled as they carried her to the river. If it hadn't been for Four, well, they probably would have thrown her over the railing.

Al wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and quietly stood up. He had hurt Tris. He had tried to kill her. She was never going to forgive him, so there was only one way to mend their friendship.

He had to die.

Al slowly walked across the room, turning around for one last look at Tris. She was yanking at her covers in her sleep, and she kept flipping her head this way and that. Could she sense what he was about to do?

He opened the door and walked out into the hall. Al didn't bother to grab his shoes. He wouldn't need them anymore.

The trek to the river was a long one. Nobody was out at this hour, he was the only one. It was better that way, no one would be suspicious. As he walked he passed the tattoo parlor, the dining hall, the training center… Al hadn't had a whole lot of time to experience his new life in Dauntless.

But it doesn't matter, he reminded himself fiercely. He would have ended up factionless anyways. Just another reason why it was time to do what he had to do.

Al heard the roar of the river before he saw it. When it finally came into view, his heart skipped a beat. The violent water below was a mass of white, churning rapids, smashing against the rocky shores below. Al's breathes came quick and shallow, but he still strode up to the railing and clamped his hands down around the cool metal.

That's when he started to have his doubts. Did he really want to do this? Did he really want to end his life here, right now? Once Al started to think about it, he couldn't stop. It was silly, getting so worked up over a girl. Sure, Tris was the first girl that Al had really liked, but was she worth committing suicide over?

Yes, the voice in the back of his head chirped. You tried to kill her, Al. It's only fair. You can't live with the guilt.

That's right, he couldn't. Even though they hadn't actually killed Tris, it was still enough to eat away at him for the rest of his life. He was already having nightmares about it. Soon he would only be an empty, factionless shell of his former self…

So all of Al's doubts vanished, and he became more certain. This was the only way to make things right. He was sure of it.

Al slowly lifted one leg over the railing, and then the other. His hands were clenched around the railing behind him. He stared down at the water below, his future.

He started to count backwards from five. With each number, he remembered his life, and the friends he had.

"Five."

Will, you were always there for me. Thanks for being a good friend.

"Four."

Christina, seriously, if you don't date Will soon I'll have to haunt you later.

"Three."

Four, you were a good instructor. Thank you.

"Two."

Mom, dad, I love you both. I hope you don't find out about this for a very long time.

"One."

Tris… I'm sorry.

"Zero."

Al released his hold on the railing and fell toward the rocky water below.