Tris POV
The glass was breaking. It was certain. I was dead. "Tobias. Tobias. Tobias. The glass is breaking! Help! Help! Anyone!" I yelled into the void of nothingness. "Tobias. Tobias," I whispered. His name helped me steady my voice. I felt sick. I would never see Tobias again, and I never really said goodbye. He was a part of me, and now I am empty. I could think back to the time when the warm of him rushed over me, the sensation of a kiss shared between us. But that was all gone. I am nothing.
"It's not true, you know. You're not nothing," A female voice said behind me. I was too scared to turn around. The voice was familiar, with a light tone. I whipped my hair, conquering my fear. It was my mother. Her eyes pierced into mine. "You were never nothing."
"Mom!" I ran up to hug her. Feeling her cold hands made me let out a sob. "I thought I lost you forever," stumbling on every word.
"That is because you did. Tris, this is not right. I am so sorry," My mother cried. "Well, we have a lot to catch up on."
I tried going to sleep that night. It didn't work. What a funny thought: sleeping when you are already dead. Losing love, losing life is exactly what people think its like: hell. I was turning into a pessimist already. Without Tobias there was no love in my life. He probably didn't even know I was gone.
Afterlife really isn't all that exciting. You kind of just sit there. I had an apartment with my name branded across the door. Tris Prior. The sad thing was is that afterlife was just like living, without the light, without the rush. I knew it would get better. It had to. I hadn't seen anyone in the afterlife, but I hope to see Lynn, Tori, and Marlene. Uriah was probably somewhere in an apartment, just as torn up as I am. I would hate to see a such lively soul get crushed by death. But I learned one thing, Death isn't the end. Life was a never ending story.