The war is over. We are back to normal. We are the same as we were. We are alright. Or so we like to believe.
But it is not true. We will never be the same. Our lives have been changed. My life has been changed. And it is not done changing.
The grief of my parent's death is still hanging over my head, and I will never forgive myself for shooting Will on that fated day. There were so many deaths of our closest friends and family, that nothing will ever be the same.
The triumph we won was hard fought and came with many sacrifices. Jeanine is gone. I don't know how we were able to do it, but we won... We didn't exactly win, though. Jeanine's wanton destruction has left our civilization held together by a strand. Even the merest breath could bring it crumbling down.
After Jeanine's death, all the information in their compound was destroyed by the loyal Dauntless, making the real cause of the war unknown. The fanctionless have been granted asylum in the Amity and Abnegation compounds.
But that's not important.
The war is over, it has been over for two years now, but why do I still feel like something is wrong? Why do I wake up every night fearing the worst is yet to come? Happy endings have never been real to me.