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Tobias's Diary
8th Grade Year:
I wish, oh I wish I could tell her how I feel.
Today I saw the most beautiful girl in the whole 6th-grade class and the world. Beatrice was her name, although she went by Tris. When I asked her name she spoke like an angel. I wish I could tell her how I feel...
12th Grade Year (Prom):
I wish I could tell her how I feel. Tris and I talked today. She really loves her boyfriend. I can't help but be jealous of it though. They broke up and I had to comfort her after prom. She told me I was the best friend on the planet. This made me feel special and wanted. I wish I could grow a pair and tell her how I feel...
College Sophomore Year:
I wish, I wish, I wish I could tell her how I feel. Tris has grown even more beautiful than I believe can be humanely possible. I saw her at a party with Albert who goes by Al. My completely heart sank, she was happy as ever. We talked about him, she says he's different. I wish I could tell her how I feel...
College Graduation:
I wish I could tell her how I feel. We were all the happiest we've ever been.
Tris ran up to me after accepting degrees and kissed me on the cheek and yelled: "WE MADE IT!"
I blushed so deeply and thought that maybe, just maybe, I might have a chance with her. But then, Tris ran to Derek and kissed him deeply. I wish I could tell her how I feel...
Tris's Wedding Day
I wish I could've told her how I feel. But now, it's too late. Everyone was happy...except me. Tris had the biggest grin on her face ever and looked as if she would explode with happiness. I smiled back to make her happy. During their kiss, I had to look away, and blink the tears out of my eyes. I wish I could've told her how I feel...
Tris's Funeral
I wish I could've told her how I feel. We've remained friends for so long but I still haven't grown a pair. Today was Tris's memorial. I don't want to live anymore, not without her. After the service, her mother brought me a box from her house. The will said I was to receive all of its contents. In it was a book I gave her in 8th grade, the prom corsette I gave her in 12th grade, the notebook I gave her sophomore year in college, the button I gave her for her college graduation robe, an earring I gave to her on her wedding, and a diary. I looked at it, shocked. This probably wasn't supposed to be here, but I couldn't help slowly opening up the book to the first page. It read:
Tris's Diary
8th Grade Year
I wish I wish I could tell him how I feel...
A/N: Heyyyy! Sooo um. Sorry. I swear I'll continue the other stories! This story was based off of a story I read and I hope you enjoyed it!
~TOODLES
P.S.: Life is effing crazy right now.