Disclaimer: I do not claim to own any of the characters or storyline created by the talented Veronica Roth!
I began this story as a fun project for myself, because while I found Tris' death at the end of Allegiant necessary and the true to the essence of her character, I just couldn't quite live with the idea that her story ended there. Here's my attempt to carry on her story while keeping as close to canon as possible! This is my first published fanfiction, so thank you for reading!
Tris
Existence – it is a low drone, an incessant hum, enduring. There are no days, no nights, there is no time. Just existence. Just the slow, wavering beat of what's left of my living heart. Just the fog and endless distorted versions of reality.
There is no me.
Maybe I'm dead. I'm still not sure.
Sometimes, in the midst of the shifting, miserable worlds I scrape through, I catch a glimpse of a fluttering bird, taking flight and rising into the sky, and I feel a tug of something. In those rising wings, I feel someone I used to know, that I used to be.
One small taste of a memory, and then I am lost again.
Numbers flicker through my mind. One of them always makes me catch my breath – I don't remember why. But for a moment, it gives me hope.
And still the fog rolls on.