A/N: this is how I think that Al felt before he jumped to his death.
I walk to the pit. I know what I have to do. I do not deserve to live, after what I did to Tris, and I know she will never forgive me. I did what I did out of jealousy, and the fact that I was surprised that Tris could be so strong. I really do love her, but I know she doesn't love me back. She never did, and she never will. She will fall for four. I know how much he stares as her, and I saw him rescue Tris from Peter, Drew, and I, before we… before… I know he must love her too. At least I know that she will have someone else if I leave. Not that she ever thought of me as more than just a friend. Why? Fate is a cruel, cruel thing.
I just can't continue with the simulations either. They leak into my life, and sometimes I can't even tell the difference between my real life and the simulations, they just seem so real, and I spend so much time under the simulation, because I just can't control myself enough to calm down. I simply cannot go on. I would rather die, than continue this horrible life, where the girl I love is falling for another man and the simulations leak into my life. Why did this happen to me? I knew I shouldn't have transferred. I was never dauntless. Instead I am taking the cowardly way out.
I come to the chasm, and step up onto the railing. I feel the mist from the river, and I jump. The last thing I think before it all goes black is "I love you Tris"
A/N: so that was my incredibly depressing oneshot about Al. please review, and give me pointers on how to make my writing better.