I've had this story saved on my computer for quite awhile and I decided to redo some of it since I remember I loved the idea so much when I first came up with it. I apologize for any grammatical errors and if Tobias seems a little OOC. I don't usually write in first person and especially for someone else's character but I hope I didn't do too horrible of a job.
Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent or it's characters
Tobias
Sixty years had gone by since she passed away. I didn't go one day without her passing through my mind. Almost everything was a reminder of her life. I saw her bright blue eyes in the early morning sky, I saw her every time the birds took flight, but most of all I saw her in my memories. She always stood tall, despite her petite frame, eyes focused on the task at hand.
Time had numbed the pain but the pain was still there. Finding peace was difficult, people moved on but no one forgot. I didn't spend the sixty years in vain, I lived a happy life, mending my relationship with Evelyn before she passed.
Caleb kept mostly to himself, spending most of his time surrounded by books instead of people, but I was fine with that. Zeke and Shauna started a family with a boy and a girl, Zachariah and Lynda. The couple were officially grandparents now who spent most of their time bickering like any old couple.
I never met anyone else, and truthfully I didn't want to. Even though she was no longer here, she was always with me. I felt her presence now as I laid down on my bed. I turned my head to look out the curtain-less window, the night was pitch black, just like the night she fearlessly climbed up the Ferris wheel and won our victory in capture the flag. I smiled to myself.
Fearless.
That was the word everyone used to describe her. Brave, selfless, and smart but the list was endless. I recounted all the days I had spent with her. When she fell onto the net with a scream and bounced off with a smile forming on her face, her face admiring the view as she reached the top of the Ferris wheel, the sound of her fists pounding on the punching bag at the crack of dawn, undying courage in her eyes, the goofy smile that took over her face when she had too much peace serum. The feeling of wanting to be with her was overpowering.
I closed my eyes and let myself go. The sense of her presence was so strong, I let myself believe it. Darkness enveloped me, but I wasn't afraid. It wasn't the kind of darkness that caused fear; it was warm and welcoming and I gladly let myself sink into it.
Moments passed before I found myself willing to open my eyes. I stood in a meadow covered in healthy green grass, colorful flowers randomly sprinkled over the land. Butterflies danced in the air to the soft music of the birds. Tall trees enclosed the meadow with a sunny sky to cover the top. But all of that didn't matter because my eyes only saw one thing standing in the middle of the meadow.
Her back was turned to me so I could only see the soft blonde hair and the dark tattoo on her shoulder. Her arms and legs were exposed underneath the loose white dress that she wore and her pale skin glowed in the sunlight. She turned slowly, as if finally noticing my presence. Agonizing seconds passed until our eyes finally met.
There in front of me stood Beatrice Prior.
It's a pretty short story but I hope it was worth your while. Reviews would be great and constructive criticism is welcome!