Disclaimer- I do not own any of the character or anything from the Divergent series, that all belongs to Veronica Roth
Prologue-
"What you can do- it-it's amazing, you- you're amazing… I'm sorry; I'm not very good with words. What I mean to say is, I-I think I'm in love with you."
I stared into his eyes, what? What just happened?
confused, I looked away.
"Please, say something, or…. I think I'm going to die"
What was I supposed to say? Say that I didn't feel like he felt towards me? Or say that I felt the same, which would be unfair to me, and he would be upset that I lied to him. Either way I would hurt him. This was unfair. Why would he put me into a situation like this? This was so selfish putting me on the spot like this, I knew I would have break his heart.
"I- I- I'm sorry… I-I just can't." I felt stupid as I ran away from him, my best friend of 8 years, the nicest guy I had ever met, and I just broke his heart. I curled up in the shadow of a tree as tears slowly ran down my face. Why did he have to tell me? Why did I have to run away? What's wrong with me? I pulled at the grass, the roots giving way, and I threw the clumps of green and brown at nothing. Just venting my anger I guess. It was useless though, venting, completely illogical. I guess it helped you emotionally. I needed it. I was such a jerk. Why did I have to be so heartless?
I stared at the ceiling of my bedroom. The ceiling was white -instead of the traditional blue- because blue simulated thoughts of the sky and was harder to fall asleep to. The gentle ticking of my clock rang in my right ear. It was nearly time to get up, however, instead of rising immediately like on most mornings, I lay in bed thinking. The door of my room flew open, right on schedule I thought. The squeals of my two younger siblings echoed around my room, and I pulled a pillow around my head covering my ears, knowing it wouldn't do very much, but desperate for some silence. My eyes squeezed closed tightly.
"Michael! Shandra! Leave your sister alone, you know it's a special day for her" I heard my stepmother say. She ushered them out my room, and I slowly inched out of my warm bed. As I opened my eyes, the lights burned them leaving dark spots whenever I blinked. I pulled of my clothes slowly and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water run over my shoulders. It was a big day, and I had been preparing for this day my whole life. Well, technically, you can't prepare for today, it's not allowed. But I was sure to get Erudite, which was one thing anyone ever agreed on about me. And that I didn't have a heart.