Tobias:

*three years later*

As I walk away from the old compound, I frown. Sullenly, I think, It's been three years. Three years without her, and it's still unbearable. Maybe one day I'll get over her, I think knowing that it won't happen.

Suddenly, I realize that I am by the train that goes towards the fair. The train groans as it approaches me, and I realize that I came here for a reason. I want- no, I need to get over her.

So, as the train speeds towards me, I run and grab hold of one of the handles to haul myself in. I notice that I'm not as graceful at getting into the train as I used to be; in fact, I knock my knee against the edge of the door sending a grunt of pain through me.

Whatever, I think to myself, At least it'll make me ignore how much I miss her.

I sit on the train, trying to think of nothing, yet still thinking of the last day I was with her. It was outside of what used to be the fence, at the government building. I had gone to sleep holding her in my arms: imagining that I would spend the rest of my life with her. If only she wasn't so selfless. Then she would still be alive, and instead, Caleb would be gone. No one would miss him nearly as much as I miss her, it would've been better, at least for me. I am selfish, I know this, and that is just one reason that I left Abnegation.

A flash of light warns me that I've come to the fair. I hold onto the handle of the train door, deciding if I really want to do this. Too late. I jump- and land safely on my feet after stumbling a few steps through the gravel.

Standing on the outskirts of the joyous fair, I realize I don't want to go in. But I do, because I need to remember her in a good light, and then I can get over her.

Her. My mind wanders over the memory of her voice and her- No, I tell myself. I force myself to walk over to the brand new ticket booth and hand over one of the dollars I now have to use to get things. In return, I receive my ticket for the ferris wheel.

I walk past the carousel where we hid our team flag, now shining bright with lights and smiling children's faces, and towards the ferris wheel where I first showed her a part of myself that not many others knew- one of my four fears: heights.

At the ferris wheel there's only one person in line: an older girl, maybe around my age. As I walk up next to her she glances shyly in my direction and tries to hide a smile. I look down at my toes not wanting to say anything.

As if prompted by my silence she says, "Hi, I'm Grace. What's your name?"

"Four," I reply bluntly, not wanting to reveal my real name, for even in this new world, Tobias Eaton is a powerful name.

"What a peculiar name, Four," she says with a sly smile.

I smirk, and decide that I like this girl, Grace.

As the ferris wheel attendant ushers us forward, she grabs my hand and says, "Did you scare off one, two, and three, Four?"

I laugh, and watch as our car leaves the ground. It soars up to the top, close to 100 feet, and yet, for some reason, I'm smiling. Maybe it's Grace, or maybe it's the memory of Tris. But now I know that I can get over her, and for the moment my future looks as bright as the carousel, while Grace still holds my hand.