AN: Uhhhhhh. It's been a while. I won't make a phony excuse. I was just busy with finals/GCSE's and stuff. Also, some girls at my school found my account, hacked it and deleted everything. Oh well.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Divergent. And I am not liable for any feels that are damaged whilst reading this fic.
Dear Tris,
I never really wanted to write this letter. I don't think that anyone wants to write a letter like this.
You were so young.
I miss you. No, I don't just miss you. I wish there was some way to get you back, some way that I could just see your blue eyes, hear your laugh and hold you in my arms just for a second more. I just want one more.
I think that's what everyone thinks. I kept thinking that for almost a year, convincing myself that your heart was still beating and this was all a dream.
But it's not. It takes time for one to learn that maybe they'll see someone again, even if it's a while.
Christina misses you. Zeke, too. Peter is sorry. Caleb is guilty.
How's Uriah? Is he trying to start 'pansycake' again? Is Will alright? Did you see your parents?
I got another tattoo, and it's my last.
One raven, right above my heart.
And every time I see a raven fly by, I know I'll see you again soon.
So goodbye for now, Beatrice Prior.
-Tobias
This letter was found in the pocket of Tobias Eaton as police were examining the site of the car crash on the 1046. (AN: A road I made up- don't live in the US, don't know what major roads there are.) This along with two other letters addressed to Eric, former Dauntless leader and his mother were found. A cellphone and watch were found as well.
I open my eyes and see a petite figure with blonde hair and blue eyes run towards me, and I smile.
AN: DONEEE! I wrote this and felt guilty so yeah. One of my friends gave me a prompt, so I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY, MARIE.
Anyways. Expect a TMI (the Mortal Instruments) or Harry Potter two/three/five shot coming your way.
-Seraph the Flufficorn