This is a fan-fiction for the Allegiant by Veronica Roth.
I own none of her ideas, characters, etc.
When I walk in, all I see is Tobias. He is completely unkempt. His hair is longer and messy than it was when I last saw him. His clothes are covered in mysterious stains. He is leaning against a wall, his back heaving as tears slowly trickle down his face. On the floor, numerous alcohol bottles encircle him, and he has a large one in his hand. Is this what I have done to him? Did I mean this much to him? Did I mean so much to him that he would throw his life away? I wish he knew how much I want him to get his life back together. Christina and Zeke have helped him a lot. I am so glad that they're for him.
I visit him often, and in the progress of one-hundred-and-two days, he has got worse. Does he realize that I'm here? I hope he does.
"Tobias," I say, "I love you." But my pleas for his attention are always unanswered. All they seem to be are silent whispers in the breeze. I have told him this every day I have visited him.
Suddenly, Tobias stands up. His eyes are bloodshot. He stumbles right past me. I try to stop him, but I can't. I want to so desperately, but the universe can be a bitch.
"Where are you going? Stay here with me." I say. I want to comfort him so badly. I want to tell him everything's okay: that I found my friends. That Uriah's here. And that he is with Marlene. I am so happy for them. I found my family. Mother and Father have been awaiting my arrival, and after Mother took me here, I was so happy and sad at the same time. I miss Tobias so dearly I can't stand it. I see him, but he can't see me.
