This contains triggering things like suicide so if you don't like that kind of thing then don't read this! I DO NOT ENCOURAGE SUICDE AT ALL but I thought this would be a good short story idea.
Divergent and everything in it belong to Veronica Roth. I own nothing!
Don't read this if you haven't read Allegiant.
Christina sidles up next to me and puts a hand on my shoulder.
"Happy Choosing Day," she says. "I'm going to ask you how you really are. And you're going to give me an honest answer."
We talk like this sometimes, giving each other orders. Somehow she has become one of my best friends I have, despite our frequent bickering.
"I'm all right," I say. "It's hard. It always will be."
"I know," she says.
We walk at the back of the group, past the still-abandoned buildings with their dark windows, over the bridge that spans the river-marsh.
"Yeah, sometimes life really sucks." She says. "But you know what I'm holding on for?"
I raise my eyebrows.
She raises hers, too, mimicking me.
"The moments that don't suck," she says. "The trick is to notice them when they come around."
Then she smiles, and I smile back, and we climb the stairs to the train platform side by side.
I slip away from the group and into a bundle of trees when Christina isn't paying attention. Maybe she has become more protective than I'd like. I wait until their footsteps are out of earshot before sprinting to the train tracks. The air is cold and my cheeks are flustered, I continue to think about the zip line and goosebumps arise on my skin. I did it once for her, and I will never do it again.
Thinking of her stabs at my heart. Caleb feels as if a continuous living reminder of her; the way he moves, the way he talks.
The train nosily approaches where I stand, and as it moves quickly past, I jump on. I feel so numb, so hollow, that I am forced to stay crouched on the floor until the train reaches the old Dauntless compound. Barely anyone goes near Dauntless these days, so when I leave the train and find the hole were I know a net rests at the bottom, I silently cringe and throw myself off the ledge. My body falls for a moment and I press my eyelids shut until I hit the net.
I feel dizzy as haul my body out of the net and clumsily fall onto the floor. Three years ago, I remember this was the place I first met her, despite us being from the same faction. I find my feet and sprint until I'm at the Pit, a dark chasm were Uriah's ashes lie. My head spins as my eyes find a gun lying on the floor, and as I assess it, I find a single bullet loaded in the small gun.
I could do it.
Ever since the morning I awoke to find her gone and in the custody of Jeanine Matthews, I have had thoughts such as this.
"What did you do?" She screams.
"You die, I die too."
My hand shakily grasps the gun as firmly as I can, raising it and pressing the cold metal to my temple. My index finger rests lightly on the trigger
"You die, I die too." I say, but it sounds more like a gasp, as I push down on trigger.
I hear the bang, but I feel nothing.
Tris appears, frowning, wearing the clothes I last saw her in except covered in blood. No wounds are visable, though.
"Tris,"
I embrace her, tightly wrapping my arms around her. I kiss her gently, sighing against her warm skin.
"I love you."
"I love you too, Tobias." She forces a smile. "But I never wanted to you die for me."
"You die, I die too. That was a promise." I say, kissing her again.
I have longed for these lips for two and a half years. Uriah stands besides her with Marlene, Tori, Will, Al and Lynn. They laugh at our kissing and the sound of their laugher makes me withdraw and smile; a real smile, unlike the ones I have forced to please my mother, or Zeke, or Christina. I am with those who I have longed for, and while I've left my whole life in Chicago behind with my mother and my friends, I know I am with Tris.
I don't encourage suicide, but I thought this would be a sweet little fanfic. Favourite, follow and review for more!