My name is Azkane. It's the day of the aptitude tests. My boy-friend, Amity, named after our faction, is freaking out.
"Babe. It's fine. It's okay. No need to be flipping shit, okay? I'm here." I squeeze his hand gently, just to show him that I'm here for him.
He takes a few breaths, then turns to me. "I can't.-" Tears start pouring out of his eyes.
"I can't continue dating you." Amity collapses on the ground.
I stagger backwards, his words knives being thrown at me. "B-but why? We said that we would join the same faction tomorrow, even though our tests might not say so." My body crumbles to the floor, my cheeks hot and wet from tears. I let out a sob, letting my depression get the best of me.
A teacher strides down the hall, paying little mind to the two boys, crying, on the floor. "Amity, Azkane. Shouldn't you be at Factions History right now?" Her tone is happy, unlike how I feel. I feel worthless, stupid. I feel like he took my heart, and threw it onto the ground, stomping on it till it bursts. I nod. I do not belong in Candor, I lie too easily. Nor do I belong in Abnegation, not nearly as selfless as I should be. That rules out two.
"We're fine, just collided on our way." I rub my head, faking an injury was one of the easiest things that I have ever done.
"Mr. Beastes? Are you okay?" I see him sit up, faking an injury in his shoulder, as if my head rammed into his arm, full force.
"Yeah," he sniffles, rubbing his puffy eyes, wiping his tear stained cheeks, "I just got hurt."
"How about I escort you to clumsies to the infirmary?" She remind me of my mother; calm, enduring, caring, selfless, brave, smart, Divergent.
We nod in unison, not bothering to look up, we walk silently to the nurses station. I try to hold his hand once more, but he edges away.
Why did I have to let him be in control of me? I just was in love, I let my emotions get the best of me. But it was 3 years of my life, spent with a man full of cowardice, full of selfishness.
that rules us both out of Abnegation and Candor. Will I still choose the same faction as him? How will I survive without him? He was my life, he still is. I continue crying, blaming it on the "injury".