Prologue

I found Tris standing on the battered rooftop looking out over the city.

I stood watching her as her hair blew in the breeze, she looked like my old Tris again.

"First time I landed on this roof," she started speaking, I hung my head and listened, "I didn't know what to expect."

I looked up to see her shaking her head.

"I finally felt free, I could be a whole new person, but after I lost my memory, I came back here and I feel like I'm trapped."

I stepped forward, keeping a slow pace, and placing my hand on her lower back turning her to look at me.

"Tris, you're not trapped..." I see the pain swimming in her eyes.

"Do you not realize how hard it is for me, Eric? I mean you look at me and you have all of these memories, memories that I can't be a part of anymore."

"Tris, you're still the same person."

"No, Eric. I don't know who I am anymore," she grabs my hand and looks down at it running her thumb over my knuckles, she turned my wrist to see our initials tattooed on the inside of the tender skin, then she turned her arm to see the same tattoo on the side of her own wrist, she sniffles and dropped my hand, "I can't do this anymore, Eric."

"Tris, please don't do this..."

She shakes her head and looks away from me, wiping away the tears, "I have to do this, for me."

I can't hold back the silent tears that are escaping my eyes, "Tris, please."

She leans up to kiss me one more time, "goodbye Eric."

She walks past me, and she doesn't look back.