If We Had Both Chosen Differently

by Kabosh

For a few minutes we kiss, deep in the chasm, with the roar of water all around us. And when we rise, hand in hand, I realize that if we had both chosen differently, we might have ended up doing the same thing, in a safer place, in gray clothes instead of black ones. This is what I think it would be like if Tris and Tobias had both chosen Abnegation over Dauntless.

1. Chapter 1

Tris

I let my blood fall where it wanted. I was half expecting to hear it sizzle on the flaming coals, but instead the grey stones of selflessness splattered red.

I looked into the crowd of grey, to see that they were all nodding and smiling. I gave a small smile before silently joining them.

I zoned out, not knowing what to feel. Anger? Disappointment? Happiness?

Was I angry and disappointed at Caleb for leaving to join the Erudite, of any faction? Especially after all the reports? Was I angry and disappointed at myself for not choosing another faction? I felt pangs of regret for becoming restrained, when I could be free, among the crowd of black-clothed hooligans, as my father called them.

I should be happy that I was the loyal child, sticking with my parents, but then again, that's not loyal to myself.

I stole a glance at my parents. My father looked almost content, but my mother was frowning. But why?

They walked over to me as the factions started filing out.

"Well done, Beatrice," My father congratulated, smiling.

"I hope you made the right choice," were the words that came out of my mother's mouth. She looked happy, but her eyes weren't. She thinks I made the wrong choice, and to be honest, I agreed with her.

*Page Break –1 month later*

Initiation was over, and I had chosen my new job. I was to record what was going on in the other factions.

I was given an apartment, because you only got given houses when you were married.

I lay under my grey sheets, on my grey bed, staring at my grey ceiling, in my grey apartment. I wanted a splash of colour, something nice, maybe even sentimental. But that would be selfish, right?

In my dreams, there was no colour, nothing to make it stand out from the darkness of sleep, and I knew that I would never stand out because I have chosen to be selfless.

That morning, I wanted to punch something, but I couldn't because it would be selfish to do that for my own benefit. That's something a Dauntless would do.

I kept my head down on the way to work, and was shown into my office by a regular Abnegation.

Inside, there was my co-worker, and a big pile of paper.

I sat down next to him, and found myself looking into his dark blue eyes that I knew so well.

*Sorry it's so short, please review!