p style="text-align: center;"strongHi Reader,/strong/p
p style="text-align: center;"strongThis is my first Divergent Trilogy fanfiction so I hope you enjoy it./strong/p
p style="text-align: center;"strongALLEGIANT SPOILERS! Read at your own risk./strong/p
p style="text-align: center;"strongThis is set at the end of Allegiant, I wasn't happy when Tris died, I cried myself to sleep that night so I've wrote an alternate ending for those who also grieve for Tris./strong/p
p style="text-align: center;"strongFor this chapter (and this chapter only) I've used the wording from the book./strong/p
p style="text-align: center;"strongI do not own anything, everything goes to Veronica Roth (awesome writer)/strong/p
p style="text-align: center;"strongSorry - I don't usually talk this much in an author's note./strong/p
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p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"We walk through the abandoned security checkpoint without stopping. On the other side, I see Cara. The side of her face is badly bruised, and there's a bandage on her head, but that's not what concerns me. What concerns me is the troubled look on her face./span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;""What is it?" I say./span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"Cara shakes her head./span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;""Where's Tris?" I say./span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;""I'm sorry, Tobias."/span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;""Sorry about what?" Christina says roughly. "Tell us what em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"happened/em!"/span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;""Tris went into the Weapons Lab instead of Caleb," Cara says. "She survived the death serum, and set off the memory serum, but she… she was shot. I'm so sorry."/span/p
p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;""No," Christina says, shaking her head. "No way. There has to be some mistake." /span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"Cara's eyes well up with tears, "She's alive, barely. They don't think she'll make it."/span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"It's then that I realise: Of course Tris would go into the Weapons Lab instead of Caleb. Of course she would./span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"Christina yells something, but to me her voice sounds muffled, like I have submerged my head underwater. The details of Cara's face have also become difficult to see, the world smearing together into dull colors./span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"All I can do is stand still – I feel like if I just stand still, I can stop it from being true, I can pretend that everything is all right. Christina hunches over, unable to support her own, pessimistic body, Cara embraces her, and all I'm doing is standing still./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"She will survive this, she has to. /span/p
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p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"I go to see her in the hospital… sometime. I don't know how long it is after Cara told me what happened. Her body falls limp and lifeless against the hospital bed, the melodramatic beep of a heart monitor besides her helps fill the silence. /span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"She isn't breathing on her own accord, that's the thing that shocks me the most. I had prepared myself on the long walk down for a corpse; I hadn't expected so many wires, tubes and machines crowding around her, keeping her alive; if you could call this living./span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"Christina waits outside for me, sensing that I would want some time alone with Tris. I sit in the plastic chair besides her bed and take an unresponsive hand in mine. Warm tears fall free from my eyes, something I have no control over and I bring her left hand up to my lips, kissing it softly. /span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;""Tobias?" I hear a cautious voice call from the doorway. I don't need to turn to know who it is; Caleb./span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"He invites himself in and moves to the other side of Tris' bed. I sneak a glance at him against my better judgement and see tears forming in his eyes; I wipe mine away, embarrassed. "Have you heard anything?" He asks./span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"I shake my head in response. Then decide I should at least give him a proper answer, I may not like him but for Tris to sacrifice herself for him, must mean that she had forgiven him. I would hate him if she died. "The doctor's coming round in the morning," I tell him. "I'll let you know what he says."/span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"I don't look at him but I see him nod in the corner of my eye. "I'm sorry." He says, I don't know whether he's talking to me or Tris but I know either way it's for the same thing. "I shouldn't have let her go instead of me."/span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"I don't know what happens but something snaps inside of me, I comfort him. "If I know Tris like I think I do, she didn't give you a choice."/span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"I see him smile slightly at my remark and he sits down, more comfortable now he knows I won't kill him. "She asked me to tell you something, if she didn't make it." He tells me, taking Tris' other hand into his. It feels strange to share her, especially with someone who betrayed her, but I can see how much he cares for her in his posture, his eyes, and his whole demeanour. "She said…"/span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;""Don't tell me," I cut him off. "She's not gone yet."/span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"He lets go of Tris' hand and stands, "I'm going to leave you with her, let me know if you hear anything." I nod and Caleb leaves, basking the room in only the sound of the monitors and Tris' forced breathing./span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"I rise from my seat slightly, leaning over to kiss her cold forehead. I swipe a piece of hair from her face and tuck it behind her ear. "Don't leave me now Tris, not now I can't live without you." I whisper, sitting back down and leaning my head on the bed's barrier, I drift off into a light sleep, recalling memories of Tris in my dreams. /span/p
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p style="text-align: center;"strongThis is my first Divergent Trilogy fanfiction so I hope you enjoy it./strong/p
p style="text-align: center;"strongALLEGIANT SPOILERS! Read at your own risk./strong/p
p style="text-align: center;"strongThis is set at the end of Allegiant, I wasn't happy when Tris died, I cried myself to sleep that night so I've wrote an alternate ending for those who also grieve for Tris./strong/p
p style="text-align: center;"strongFor this chapter (and this chapter only) I've used the wording from the book./strong/p
p style="text-align: center;"strongI do not own anything, everything goes to Veronica Roth (awesome writer)/strong/p
p style="text-align: center;"strongSorry - I don't usually talk this much in an author's note./strong/p
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p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"We walk through the abandoned security checkpoint without stopping. On the other side, I see Cara. The side of her face is badly bruised, and there's a bandage on her head, but that's not what concerns me. What concerns me is the troubled look on her face./span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;""What is it?" I say./span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"Cara shakes her head./span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;""Where's Tris?" I say./span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;""I'm sorry, Tobias."/span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;""Sorry about what?" Christina says roughly. "Tell us what em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"happened/em!"/span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;""Tris went into the Weapons Lab instead of Caleb," Cara says. "She survived the death serum, and set off the memory serum, but she… she was shot. I'm so sorry."/span/p
p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;""No," Christina says, shaking her head. "No way. There has to be some mistake." /span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"Cara's eyes well up with tears, "She's alive, barely. They don't think she'll make it."/span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"It's then that I realise: Of course Tris would go into the Weapons Lab instead of Caleb. Of course she would./span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"Christina yells something, but to me her voice sounds muffled, like I have submerged my head underwater. The details of Cara's face have also become difficult to see, the world smearing together into dull colors./span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"All I can do is stand still – I feel like if I just stand still, I can stop it from being true, I can pretend that everything is all right. Christina hunches over, unable to support her own, pessimistic body, Cara embraces her, and all I'm doing is standing still./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"She will survive this, she has to. /span/p
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p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"I go to see her in the hospital… sometime. I don't know how long it is after Cara told me what happened. Her body falls limp and lifeless against the hospital bed, the melodramatic beep of a heart monitor besides her helps fill the silence. /span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"She isn't breathing on her own accord, that's the thing that shocks me the most. I had prepared myself on the long walk down for a corpse; I hadn't expected so many wires, tubes and machines crowding around her, keeping her alive; if you could call this living./span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"Christina waits outside for me, sensing that I would want some time alone with Tris. I sit in the plastic chair besides her bed and take an unresponsive hand in mine. Warm tears fall free from my eyes, something I have no control over and I bring her left hand up to my lips, kissing it softly. /span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;""Tobias?" I hear a cautious voice call from the doorway. I don't need to turn to know who it is; Caleb./span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"He invites himself in and moves to the other side of Tris' bed. I sneak a glance at him against my better judgement and see tears forming in his eyes; I wipe mine away, embarrassed. "Have you heard anything?" He asks./span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"I shake my head in response. Then decide I should at least give him a proper answer, I may not like him but for Tris to sacrifice herself for him, must mean that she had forgiven him. I would hate him if she died. "The doctor's coming round in the morning," I tell him. "I'll let you know what he says."/span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"I don't look at him but I see him nod in the corner of my eye. "I'm sorry." He says, I don't know whether he's talking to me or Tris but I know either way it's for the same thing. "I shouldn't have let her go instead of me."/span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"I don't know what happens but something snaps inside of me, I comfort him. "If I know Tris like I think I do, she didn't give you a choice."/span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"I see him smile slightly at my remark and he sits down, more comfortable now he knows I won't kill him. "She asked me to tell you something, if she didn't make it." He tells me, taking Tris' other hand into his. It feels strange to share her, especially with someone who betrayed her, but I can see how much he cares for her in his posture, his eyes, and his whole demeanour. "She said…"/span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;""Don't tell me," I cut him off. "She's not gone yet."/span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"He lets go of Tris' hand and stands, "I'm going to leave you with her, let me know if you hear anything." I nod and Caleb leaves, basking the room in only the sound of the monitors and Tris' forced breathing./span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"I rise from my seat slightly, leaning over to kiss her cold forehead. I swipe a piece of hair from her face and tuck it behind her ear. "Don't leave me now Tris, not now I can't live without you." I whisper, sitting back down and leaning my head on the bed's barrier, I drift off into a light sleep, recalling memories of Tris in my dreams. /span/p
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