I'm sure that a lot of us weren't happy with the way Allegiant ended so I'm presenting a sort of a continuation. A really short one but still. Don't judge it before you've finished this first chapter please! Enjoy!

Tobias

New York is way different than what we're used to. It turns out that the world isn't as damaged as we were led to believe by the Bureau. Sure, it's not as safe as life back in Chicago but there's potential for change. I can easily see it in the way people interact with each other around me.

I'm waiting for my friends to get down from the Empire state building, one of the landmarks of the city. Christina tried really hard to convince me to go with them but I refused. It's no use to try to go through an elevator-ride just to watch the city from the top of a one hundred-story building. I prefer the solid ground under my feet.

That's why I'm sitting alone in a small restaurant not far away from the said building. I try to survey my surroundings, to think of anything and everything in the same time but still, I can't escape my thoughts of wandering back to the same topic. Tris would have liked all this, the big city, the crowded streets…she would have liked the proof that the world was so much bigger than our little society with its imperfections.

I sigh and avert my eyes from the bus station that is right across the street. After three years, I still find myself thinking of her every time I'm not occupied with something important. I can't help it even when it hurts. Because after all this time, it still stings. I'm not sure if it'll ever stop though. It's true that I knew her just for a few months but…it was enough. I knew that she was different, not just because she was a divergent. She was just something…more. And I let her slip through my fingers…

''Four!'' the call brings me out of my painful thoughts and I reluctantly look up, expecting to see Christina or Shauna but no one is there. I'm still sitting alone in the corner of the restaurant.

My confusion erases every trace of my previous bad mood as I look around, trying to spot the person who called me. Only thing is that it isn't me who was called.

I notice a girl around my age waving vigorously towards the entry of the small place. She's beaming and talking before the person even reaches her. When her companion finally comes to view I see that it's another girl.

I'm surprised by the strange feeling that this sight causes in me. I want to go there and talk with this girl that I see for the first time in my life. I study her, the way she sits and gestures to her friend as I try to find out what is happening to me. She looks kind of familiar…in a way. I don't know why really, because I don't remember ever meeting her. Her features aren't anything remarkable either: black shoulder-length hair, pale skin, slim figure though athletic and from what I can tell she's at least a head shorter than me.

I'm standing up before I even have realized it. My eyes are trained to the girl's back. To her shoulders actually. Her tattooed shoulders. I'm frozen in place, not even sure if I can move but desperately wanting to. Instead, I'm just standing there, blinking and hoping that after every time I open my eyes, she will still be there. But the tattoos don't fade. Two symbols, the way they curve on the pale skin is painfully familiar for me. A circled burning flame on one shoulder and two hands clasped in the middle of another circle on the other. Dauntless and Abnegation.

The name escapes my mouth without me hearing it but I know I said it out loud. I know because a second later, she's looking back at me with wide gray-blue eyes. I'm frozen in place, taken aback by the fact that she's right there, so I don't react at first when she jumps up from her seat and bolts straight for the door.

With a few seconds delay, I'm after her but it's too late. She has already disappeared in the endless crowd outside, leaving me wandering if I was hallucinating again. It wouldn't be for the first time.

It takes me a few minutes to realize that someone is calling me again. This time when I turn around I do see Christina, followed closely by Shauna, Zeke, Amar and George. They all look worried.

''Four, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost.'' Christina asks and all I can do is look back to the way I saw her run away. I don't say anything.

''Man, are you alright? Four, what happened?'' Zeke cuts in and I feel his hand on my shoulder. I still can't really move, I'm still in shock.

''I saw her.'' I'm not sure that he hears me because when I turn to look back at him, his face still shows confusion.

''You saw her? Who is her? Four, my man, you are really not making any sense right now.''

I take a second to collect myself. My eyes dart to the corner and I find myself wishing for her to just come out of there again, just one more time so I can be sure…that I'm not going mad.

''Tris. I saw Tris.''

No one reacts at first. She doesn't come back and with every passing second I doubt what I saw even more.

''Tobias…'' that's Amar and his careful voice wakes up my annoyance.

''I know it's impossible but I also know what I saw.'' I grit my teeth.

I refuse to look at any of them. I know what I'll see and I don't want to see it. I'm not a thrown-out puppy, I don't need pity.

When the pause is too long I turn back to them. The look on Zeke's face surprises me the most. He's…doubting. But what, I don't know. He seems nervous, his eyebrows scrunched in thought. His eyes lock on mine and he sighs.

''That's strange…because I swear, I saw Uriah across the street just two minutes ago.''

I'm even more confused than before. It's one thing for me to see Tris around. After she died, I was seeing her everywhere. I thought I was going mad but with time it stopped. The doctor my mom insisted on going to said that it was normal, that this was my mind's way of dealing with her absence.

Zeke never had this problem after his brother passed away.

So for both of us to see the two people we lost three years ago…at the same place, in the same time…it was strange to say the least. Is it possible that we both hallucinated?

What the hell is going on?

Tris

I slump against the dirty wall behind me in exhaustion. My breathing is heavy and my legs ache but I know I can't rest for more than a few seconds. I risk a glance behind the corner and only when I'm sure that no one is following me, I relax.

I am crying before I even know it. The tears are silent and I feel my body shake but no sound escapes me. I'm too out of breath for that.

Tobias' face emerges in my mind again and I have to stop myself from running back the way I came and throwing myself in his arms. I can't do that but I want to so badly it physically hurts! For a moment, I forget my reasons and escape my hiding place. He's still there, in front of the restaurant. His back is facing me so he can't see me.

My breathing hitches as I notice the others around him. They are all here. What are they doing here? They can't be looking for us, right? No! But once the picture of Tobias' surprised face comes to my mind, I sigh in relief. He doesn't know the truth. And still, he saw me.

I manage to tear my eyes from them and quickly start to walk away. The distance between us gets bigger and with that, my pain increases but I can't turn back. I can't see them again. I'm dead and it must stay that way for their own good.

(three years ago)

I'm still not strong enough but at least I'm able to walk on my own. For now, that's not necessary and I'm glad. Next to me, Caleb is looking around. He's nervous, expecting something to go wrong, someone to show up and kill us. I put my shaking hand on his bouncing knee and he startles. His eyes land on my pale skin and he relaxes a little. His warm hand covers mine and surprisingly, it brings me comfort. Just like before.

''You have to take care of yourself Beatrice. No one will know that you're alive and you can never come back. I know that it won't be easy but trust me, it's better like this for everyone. David…if he knows that you two survived, he'll hunt you down. Just…promise me you'll be okay. Please!'' his eyes plead with me and I nod, squeezing his hand in reassurance.

''Don't worry, we're the two highest-rated Dauntless in our year so we'll pull through.'' Uriah adds matter-of-factly. He looks a lot better than me even though he woke up from the drugged state we were both in after me. It probably has something to do with the fact that I was shot in the back a few times.

''I know but still…''

''We'll be careful. We are Divergent after all, we're used to this.'' My feeble attempt at joking is not appreciated by my brother.

The voice of a woman announces the arrival of the train for New York and Caleb jumps from his seat. He and Uriah both help me stand up and walk closer to the edge of the platform.

''When you get there, look for this address.'' He whispers urgently, looking around to make sure that no one is listening in, '' There's a sort of refuge for people from the experiment cities who want to blend in. You should be safe there but still, don't use your real names. At least you Beatrice, you are too well-know.''

''I'm hurt you know, am I not that important?'' Uriah fakes hurt but it's not time for jokes so he drops it quickly. ''Got it Prior. Don't be such a panic.''

''Hey, I'm allowed to freak out a little when at any moment someone might catch us, which will end in our very painful death, considering all the trouble you caused Tris!''

''Okay, okay. We're leaving now.'' I finally interrupt them and engulf Caleb in a light hug.

He's careful to not hurt me since my wounds are still pretty fresh.

''I'll miss you sis.'' He mumbles, surprising me more than his rescuing mission.

''Come to visit if you can.'' I plead even though I know that it's unlikely for him to come. This is probably the last time I see him.

''I'll try. I…I love you.''

''Me too.''

The train has stopped by now and it's time for me and Uriah to get going. I decide that it's now or never and pull away from my brother and climb the steps with difficulty. Uriah guides me to an empty compartment and we settle just as the train starts moving again. Caleb had already left.

I take one last glance at the horizon that is behind us. Somewhere out there, not far away, is Chicago, the only home I've ever known. Somewhere out there, the person I love the most is grieving for me. I look away. The tears fall from my eyes before I can stop them. I don't want to stop them. I want to grieve too.

''Everything is going to change now right?'' Uriah asks and I look up just to see him staring through the window. He's fighting his own tears but more successfully than me.

''It may sound selfish but I'm glad I'm not alone in this.'' I admit, wondering how this can be in comfort for him but it's still the truth.

''I am too. Of all people, I'm glad you are the one with me here Tris. You know how to get into trouble but you also know how to get out too. It's always good to have someone like that around.'' He winks and I'm suddenly face to face with the old Uriah, the one that didn't lost Marlene.

We both laugh a little before our eyes land on the fading horizon behind us.

For the rest of the ride, I let myself grieve. For Tobias, for Caleb, for every friend that died during these months. But most of all, I grieve for Beatrice Prior. I'll never be that girl again.

Okay, so this is the first chapter. What do you think, should I continue? Should I leave it here? I'm not planning for it to be long, maybe eight to ten chapters at most, I don't know. Stay tuned and wait for more, I'll be updating soon! :))