The Will

by DivergentRebil46

This is the way I think Allegiant should have ended, *SPOILERS* do not read if you have not finished allegiant. Tris does not die in this, that is why it is called the will. She has "the will" to live. But I suck at summaries

1. Chapter 1

Tobias POV

Tris can't be dead. I stare at her body.

Just one more look. One more laugh. One more glance. One more kiss. Just one more.

She must be alive. Bright with energy, glowing the way only Tris can glow. I just can't bear losing her. Why did she have to go in? This isn't real. It's all a simulation, I try to convince myself. It does not work. Then the tears come. I kneel down in front of her body. I cry like I have never cried before.

When Tris first hit the net, she was just a blur of grey. I did not know then that I loved her, but I had all along. The only difference now is that I know I love her. I can't lose her. She has to come back. She can't be dead.

Tris POV

I feel desperate. I want to give in. I want to die so badly. But then I see him. A flash in my mind, a warm glow. Tobias. I have to live. For him. For me. For Christina. For Caleb. For Matthew. For Uriah. I have to live. But deaths grip is strong. So strong. I can't fight; but I can fight. I cant breathe; wait, I'm not breathing. Am I still alive? Or am I just teetering on the edge of death, so close to falling, I just have to get past the fact that I am dead? My heart is not beating. My lungs do not inhale; they do not exhale. Yet somehow I am alive. I know I am alive. I can feel it now. Energy, running through me. I force my eyes open; but I can't. Then I start to hear something. But how can this be? Is this what death is really like? All this time I was expecting more; expecting to see my mother; my father. But is this all? I must be dead. I have to be dead. But I am not. Somehow I am alive. Is it my divergence? Am I that strong? But I must be dead. I am dead. But I am alive. I force myself. I can do this. I breathe in, out. Wait, did I just breathe? I am alive. I have to escape the grip of death- I can fight this. I force myself again. Inhale; exhale. Again. I hear a muffled cry. I'm alive! I'm back! I force my eyes open; but the do not. I will. I will come back.

"Tris?"

I can't take this. OPEN! I scream to myself, and a stream of light fills what was black.