A/N: Hey! Thanks for viewing my first fanfic, inspired by Never Let Me Go by Florence+ the Machine. Hopefully, I'll update soon. (Disclaimer: The Divergent Trilogy, its characters, and its plot, are NOT mine. It's Veronica Roth's) Now, on with the story!

Chapter One: Now I Am Under

I wake up in a cold sweat. I run my hand through my hair, disheveled, and stared at the empty room around me.

I currently reside in what is now the Dauntless compound. After the war,all the remaining Dauntless with the exception of Peter, including me, Christina, Zeke,and... um, have decided to stay here.

This apartment was supposedly assigned for us. The both of us. So we could live together in peace. In happiness. To always be there for each other. But as of now, I live alone.

3 years. It's been 3 years since I lost my Tris. Despite the years, I can still feel her beside me. I can still hear her voice. I can still remember the countless times we spent together. I almost thought that we would have a happy ending, but sadly, no. I should have seen it coming, should've had a hunch that something wasn't right. I lost her.

There she went, sacrificing herself for the sake of others. She should have thought of me. What about me? She left me. Too soon. As a matter of fact, we've only been together for a few months. Well, that just makes it all the bitter. We should have had a whole life ahead of us. It's just not fair.

I glance at the digital clock on my nightstand, and it's 4:35 in the morning. Might as well get up now.

I quickly take a shower, then throw on some sweatpants and a shirt, grab my keys, and head out to the training center inside the compound.

I get there, and I see Zeke in the shooting range, gun in hand. Having lost his brother due to an explosion that I had caused, it's been hard for him to forgive me. I was so ignorant. I think I still am. So stupid for not looking out for Uriah. So ignorant. So sorry. He has yet to fully forgive me, but as of now, we're friends. Not as close as before, but still friends.

I head over to him, hesitant at first, but I go over to him and clap him on the back.

He flinches a little, but he turns to me and gives me a slight smirk. "Hey man, how are you?" he says. I answer, "I'm good." He nods his head slightly, and turns to face the target.

I pick up a gun, and point it at the target, determined to distract myself from remembering.

Remember. Aim. Breathe. Shoot.

I suppress the force of the gun recoiling, a slight ringing buzzes in my ears. I blink furiously. Weird. I missed the bulls-eye. I don't usually do. My hands are clammy. I try again. Missed. One more time. Missed.

Sighing, I put the gun down and collapse on a bench. I put my head in my hands, and that's when an idea struck me. I stand up, say goodbye to Zeke, and jog up to the Pire.