AUTHOR'S NOTE

I do not own any rights on Divergent series or any of its characters.

This is a full fiction story on my own.

I invented this plot as I was not satisfied by the way and motives of Tris's death even if I don't want a happy end any time.

I also thought if this was not the end, Tris and Four could not get on just as before.

Agree or not with the sacrifice part, it marks someone forever and I feel there must be consequences for what she did.

I hope you'll forgive my style as I usually write in French and red the books in French too. Feel free to give me comments on any big mistake about that.

Warning : As they are, All the characters in this book will act a adults, which might include intimacy scenes that I'll try to keep close from V. Roth's non explicit intentions.

Hope you like it and PLEASE REVIEW

1 Tris

I woke up early this morning …5.15.

I've been waiting for this day for such a long time and the few last hours look like centuries. Matthew was supposed to take the plane at 8, but maybe They were delayed or something. I'm like a caged animal in my little apartment.

I've been hoping for this for 3 years. Since the day I realized I was not dead…despite my stupid last move. I know now that I should have waited for the others to come back, I should have trusted Tobias. I can't even figure out how I came to decide and erase those people memories: parents, children, friends… All that has stuck me to life during those years on my own, I took it from them. I had no right. There were other choices that I didn't see. I was not that clever after all, just an arrogant teenager playing war.

I have to change my mind or my eyes will be bright red again. I feel sorry for this, but I can't change it now. I did it; I must live with my remorse forever. And try to make it better from now. I have another chance and this one is probably the last.

It's 7. I must move on, or I won't be ready when they arrive. I look at the picture on the desk and it cheers me up a little bit, I'll make it. I take a long shower and get dressed. I take care to avoid any clothes that look like faction style. I go for a white shirt and light blue jeans – I try to avoid the navy blue that looks too much like the Erudite's. I hope she won't notice I had such a little sleep.

The bell rings, and my heart stops beating. I look through the peephole and see Christina's face, just behind Matthew.

"Get in!" I shout…and I step back at the same time.

When the door opens I turn to the window. I don't want her to be afraid…or notice the walking stick I try to hide behind my hip.

"Hi!" says Matthew with his usual grin. "Christina, I wanted you to meet my sister, Grace. She might remind you about someone else though…"

Christina looks startled, her mouth wide open.

"Tris, is that you?" she says "How on earth can you be alive?"

"Yes." I answer with a poor smile."

She's shaking when she says, pointing at Matthew "You've been alive for all this time and not letting anyone know but him?"

"Wait till you know all what happened. He's really been a friend for all those years."

I see a flash of anger in her eyes, and then she spots the huge scar on my neck, the walking stick in my hand and my hair that turned to white. I hate the scar, because when they look at it, I see pity in their eyes.

Within seconds she turns pale. No horror or pity in her eyes, she just looks like trying to understand what happened to change me this much. And then she hugs me just like before, without question or reproach in her so familiar open face.

"Know what? I'm so glad you're back" she says. "I missed you so much."

We both sit down on the sofa and Matthew prepares to leave for his conference.

"I'll leave you both to talk and pick you back after lunch Christina. The plane goes back at 3PM. See ya girls!"