Okay, so these letters are going to be from Tobias to Tris, and they're going to be like drabbles than chapters because they won't be very long. I may not be very good with the POV, because I've never actually written any Divergent fanfiction before. I hope you enjoy it, and I don't own the Divergent Trilogy.
Dearest Tris,
A month has gone by since the incident and every time I close my eyes the only thing I see is your face. Your eyes were the clearest shade of blue I'd ever seen; your hair the nicest shade of blonde. Your skin reminded me of snow, and melt away was exactly what you did. You weren't pretty Tris, you were captivating. You could fill a room with your smile.
I suppose I'm only writing this down is so that I never forget what you look like. After all, it would be a crime to forget the way you would squint as you aimed with your gun, or the feeling of your clenching stomach muscles under my hand. You kept me alive Tris, and I always want to remember how you breathed fresh air into me. Apparently, things are going well at the bureau. They're using their technology to develop and create medicines, and they're using some of their funds to improve conditions in the fringe. The Chicago experiment has been disbanded and we are free to move around wherever we want, but most of us chose to stay in the city. You gave them that choice, Tris. Without you, families would have been broken up, lives destroyed, evils forgotten.
We all miss you, Tris. Christina and I more so than rest. You were completely unaware of how many lives you changed. Uriah's funeral was a week ago, and I think he would have liked it. We scattered him in the chasm and screamed his name into the spray. We drank and ate Dauntless cake. Afterwards, Zeke and his mother held each other while they cried. You're ashes are still in the bureau, the place that you died. I'm sorry. I didn't know what kind of a funeral you would have wanted, and I can't stand the thought of having you in my house when you can no longer breathe. I live by the lake, you know. The scientists are working on re-filling it. Christina lives in the Hancock building and works in an office, re-housing people from the Fringe. I think she took the job because she knew that it is one you would have approved on. I use my words to gain power now, not my gun. I am done with them.
Honestly Tris, this is the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I can't sleep at night, knowing that when I wake up you won't be there. Your smile haunts my dreams. No matter what I do, the image of your still body is never far from my thoughts. Everybody keeps telling me that it gets easier, but Tris I don't think that it ever will.
Forever yours,
Tobias
