I am sappy for happy endings so I had to write this otherwise I'll need therapy.

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TRIS

I CAN'T MOVE. Searing pain shoots through my body and I want to scream but I have no control over my own mouth. I hear movements around me. They don't seem to care that I am in pain though I don't blame them. I can't even tell them myself.

Just breathe, I think.

That's when I noticed. I can't breathe. Panic rises up from my throat. Without control I can't bring my hands up my throat and I lie there, unmoving, and suffering alone. Get a grip, I scold. Get a grip or you'll die.

I let myself go. I try to think of things that would make me calm. Tobias. I wonder where he is. Is he in the room I am in? Is he looking at me right now? I long to see his face again. To wrap my arms around him and look into his warm, welcoming eyes. After some time I found that I am able to let air pass through my nose. It's not enough. Not enough to satisfy, but enough to live

I want to live, I want to live, I want to live.

I feel no heartbeat too and I feel cold, but when focus I sense a hint of moving in my chest. Moving that lets me know that I am alive.

Stay Alive. For the most part I try to do just that.

TOBIAS

ITS BEEN TWO DAYS. Two days since I found out what happened to Tris. Two days since I realized that I will never get to see her smile again, to touch her and feel warmth, to kiss her, hold her and make her laugh.

I don't think I'll be able to get past this. The grief is too painful to bear.

I enter a dimly lit room. The walls are so far apart that I don't see any except the one I entered into. I only have one fear now. And no matter what I do I know that fear will never leave me, because it is the one that became reality. Compared to that fear the others seem irrelevant, almost childish.

A ray of light shines on the concrete in front of me. It's coming. All the life rushes out of me and I fall to my knees, shaking so bad it besets my entire existence. A woman struggles toward the center of the light.

Tris.

There's blood all over her face, her arms, her entire body. But her face is left unscathed. I get to see the agony that she feels clearly. Then I think: maybe I could save her. Maybe, just maybe, I could be with her, even just in my fear landscape. I lunge for her, thinking that if I was fast enough I could outrun the arms that will encase me. I am the fastest runner in Dauntless, I can do this.

But I can't. The second I take a step towards her arms grab me from different directions, wrapping me in a strong embrace, preventing me from reaching her. And then the screaming began. I call out her name but she doesn't hear me. More blood gushes out of her. I scream for her, writhing against the arms that grab me, as I see the life drains from her body. All I hear, as she slumps to the ground, is the sound of my thundering heartbeat.

Arms drop me to the floor and I lay there, unmoving, desolate and numb. I make no move to get up. I don't feel the need to.

'Who cares about everyone? What about me?'

I lower my head to my hands for a moment, not wanting her to see how much they are trembling. Then I cross the room and kiss her. Silently begging her to see how much she means to me. How I would break if something unfortunate happens to her. She pulls back, and I see her being conflicted with herself. I want to ask what has been bothering her, so I can at least take some of the pain away. I see it eating at her and it hurts me too.

'You would be fine.' She doesn't look at me. I want to tell her how ridiculous she is. 'Not at first. But you would move on, and do what you have to.'

You were wrong, Tris. How could I possibly move on.