An: One reason...I am bored. If this goes well, this might not be a one shot. Enjoy.

Tris's POV

Plink, plunk. Little rain drops splatter on the windowpane. Fun, how we used to play in it as kids. Used to go out in our raincoats, of if we were feeling adventurous we would just go out in our normal clothes. We used to splash in the puddles, drenching our strong ankles and fresh scrapped knees from the jump roping accident. We used to look up at the cloudy sky, raindrops against our face. They used to run down our cheeks. Now the only thing that runs down my cheeks is tears. We used to splash each other, laugh, sing, and dance and have all the fun in the world. The only fun I feel now is the joy of pain when I cut, telling me that I am not truly numb from you leaving. We used to hold hands and sing about the old man who fell off his head and his head to try to get the rain to go away. But in reality, we didn't want it to. When the rain started to lighten up, we would head into the near by woods. We used to pretend that rock by the creek was a hungry bear. When we were in the violent mood, we would pretend it was going to attack us and beat the rock with sticks. When we were in a fun and playful mood, we would hug it and say it was a friendly, talking bear. We used to climb that one oak tree that was taller than the others were. That is how I discovered your fear of heights. There was a hole in the tree, just big enough to fit me us in. But you did not like it in that cramped space. That is how I found out your fear of small spaces. When we were playing and I started to fall off the tree, you caught me. But you were not strong enough to hold us up. I told you to let go of me, but you said you could not. You just couldn't, and would never do that. That is how I found out your fear of killing or hurting innocent people. Then last, at sunset we got to the very top to watch the autumn sunset. We sat next to each other, my hair fluttering slightly in the soft breeze. We held hands, and I laid my head on your shoulder. We watched the sky turn tints of pink, red, orange, purple, and yellow as the sun set behind the distant mountains. You told me about how when you came over the other day that bruises on you cheek was not because you fell down the stairs, though I somewhat already knew that. You confessed it was your father, who abused you. I did not pity you or look down upon you like other people. I just listened and understood. That is why I was your best friend. You knew I want like most people. I did not pity or look down upon others whose life was not as good as it should have been. I just listen, understand, and heal. Heal, such a strange word for me. I healed you, whilst now I do not heal myself. If anything, I make it worse for myself after your leaving. I got depressed a week after you left. I started cutting a month after you left. I attempted suicide a year after you left. I did anything I could to try to forget you. But you were like a memory, which my being has used super glue to get you in my head. You are stuck there forever. No matter what I do, you will never come back. I liked you. I had a crush on you. For the longest time, I dint realize it but I loved you. I loved you, I love you now, and I always will love you. You will be a part of me forever, no matter what. There will always be an empty space in me without you. I miss, love, cherish, and remember you. You are the one for me. I am the one for you. Tobias Eaton, I love you.