Hi! Just so you guys know, this is my first fanfiction. I wrote this for my own enjoyment and also the others, if you don't like the character pairing, you are free to leave.
I do not own anything, only the story plot and maybe some other characters in the future.
Prologue:
It's been a few days since I last saw the sun. I've been sitting here all week, waiting for any signs of improvement whatsoever. The only thing keeping me sane right now is the continuous beeping noise, that indicates she's alive.
"C'mon, Tris. Open your eyes for me sweetheart. I'm here baby, no one's gonna hurt you anymore; please just just wakeup." I sobbed, my voice breaking at the end. Seeing her on this bed, pale and full of bruises, varying from black and blue to yellowish green; hurts. Especially with all the wires and machines attached to her to keep her to alive.
I remember the first time I saw her on that roof, I was fascinated by her. She was so brave, so vibrant and so determined. She was the first person to talk to me without cowering away. She wasn't scared of me. She went out of her way just to get to know me. And after a few weeks of annoying me, I finally gave in and we became friends. We were happy, we were always together; she was my best friend. Until the day it all changed.
It was during the last stage of initiation. It was Tris's turn to do the fear simulation. She completed every one of them with the fastes time, but by the time she woke up everybody was looking at her; silently judging her because of her fourth fear.
Normally, trainers and leaders are the only ones allowed to see this part of initiation, but because of how unusual it is for a trainer to appear in an initiate's fear landscape, doing some intimate stuff; the information was leaked.
Tris's so called 'friends', distanced themselves away from her. She spent everyday with me training for leadership. She became depressed, the twinkle in her eyes that was once there, are now gone; but still, throughout all of this she acted strong, like the rumours doesn't affect her, she passes everyone fake smiles. But I, I can see past her facade, she's hurting, she's broken. And all throughout, I stayed by her side. I don't want her to be alone in all of this, because I know what it felt like to be alone.