New Year, New Story

As usual, I'm apologizing for deleting my previous story, but now I'm confident enough with my storyline to be able to say I will finish this story

(I have plenty of surprises awaiting if you want to read about them)

Prologue

This one is brunette. She is wearing a lot of makeup, generic Dauntless clothes, and she is clinging onto the young Dauntless leader's arm. C'mon Eric, this one is not even pretty, Kaira thinks as she watches Eric ordering more drinks, either for himself or for the anonymous girl. So much has changed in a year, and she has no idea who this girl is. Probably one of the last year's initiates who changed their appearances drastically after becoming full members. Traditional dauntless tattoos and piercings combined with little bit more hair here and there, few extra eyelashes and some injections in lips can transform a person a lot. Kaira sighs faintly as she turns her head away from the screen. Amar had told her to stop torturing herself by watching him. It's not gonna do anything good for you either in short or long term, and you know he is right about it.

And why should she care? Eric thinks she's dead, that she was pushed into the Chasm by a faceless psychopath. He has every right to get over his dead girlfriend and move on, he has every right to fuck every girl who found him interesting. They were over, even if she hadn't moved on.

But he didn't smile anymore. Not his real smile anyways. God, she missed that smile, so rare and beautiful, reserved only for her. Now, the cold smirk had grown into him, and she wasn't sure if he still remembered how to smile genuinely. She wasn't sure if he remembered, but as of today, it had been exactly one year since her death.

"Kai, you honestly need to do something else." She didn't flinch as the familiar voice echoes through the empty room.

"You know what day it is?" she asks emotionlessly. Amar wraps his arms around her torso and swings her around so that she faces the door. "That's why I'm here. Happy death day sweetie"

"Haha, you are always so fucking funny", she answers sarcastically, with a glimpse of a tear in her eyes.

"Let's go get few drinks", Amar says softly and starts pushing the miserable woman towards the door.

"If I take one, I'm not gonna stop anytime soon", she warns him.

"Game on"

After the two walked away, on the screen, Eric pushed the girl away and stormed out of the bar. Several heads turned towards him, and soon nervous murmuring aroused as people remember what happened to their feared leader a long time ago.

"You know, the kid's heart stopped working that day, and yes Henry, he used to have one," an old grey-haired man sighs audibly to his son. Next to them, Four buries his face into his hands and soon his sobs could be easily heard even in the empty cold room behind the screen.

I know it's short and it's not beta-read yet. First chapter's coming up on this weekend!