Suddenly, I'm in a room it's pitch black. The light booms, not on me but on a corner of the room there's a girl crouched down whimpering.
"Are you alright?" I ask. She continues to cry, not even looking up. Her hair is blond, she has thin arms and she's as tall as my shoulders.
"Let me help you." I say as I reach for her hand. She looks up and her face is wet with tears. I recognize her small face and those big eyes. Tris?
"Like you helped me?" Tris says firmly. She jumps up and now she's suddenly towering over me. How is this possible? I'm too shocked to say anything. Tris? How is she alive?
"YOU LET ME DIE TOBIAS! YOU LET ME DIE!" She screeches. Tears start dropping from my eyes.
"Tris! I'm so sorry!" I wheep. Her face doesn't soften, she's still angry.
"You let me die! And now you're going to pay!" She screams. A gun suddenly appears in her hands.
"Tris!" I shout. She loads the gun.
"Tris!" She aims at her target, me.
"TRIS!" She shoots. Her face becomes a blur and everything around me disappears.
"TRIS!" I scream. I feel the blankets of my bed around me.
"Tobias!" I hear my mother shout from the other room. She comes hurrying through the door. I'm drenched in sweat and so is my bed, well at least I hope it's sweat. I can't help but call her Evelyn, that's just what I'm used to calling her. Evelyn feels my forehead
" Are you having those nightmares again." Evelyn asked. I nodded my head, I'm afraid if I talk I might burst into tears. I can't cry in front of Evelyn, she'll think I'm still that little child she left years ago.
"Tobias it's not your fault Tris died, she sacrificed herself for everyone."She sighed as she stroked my arm.
"Why don't you sleep on the couch tonight. I'll go clean your sheets." She sighed. Tris did die for sacrifice, it was honorable but did she even realize how many people would miss her? I still want one more kiss, One more laugh, and just one more glance. Tears couldn't help but try to escape from my eyes. We were supposed to have a life together and maybe raise a family. Evelyn finally liked her now that she was dead. I know I'm not responsible for Tris's death but not a day goes by where I don't think of her. Where I don't dream of her. Tris would probably want me to move on but I can't. I don't just love her that word is too small do describe how I feel about her. I need her, I thrive on her, if I don't see her I'll just die. I lay down on the ice-cool couch. Maybe Tris would appear in my dreams again, I don't care if the sight of her made me want to cry. I need to see her.