I stare blankly at the picture in my hands. One of few that I have possession of. One of few that exists, seeming her Abnegation background.
If only I could have one last kiss.
One last glimpse of her small, beautiful smile.
One last of anything.
She was my everything. Then the one moment I'm not there... gone... she slipped through my fingers that merely wanted to love her. Her sweet hands... but no. I am forced to live without her. Even ten years later I still haven't dated anyone else.
And I probably never will.
I just... whenever I look at a girl, I see her... I see, her blonde short hair, her short body, her loving eyes.
But it's not real.
It's not enough.
Not even enough that he's dead, the man that did her wrong. Even when she was doing what was right.
Stolen from.
All of us. Stolen from. They stole her from us. From me.
From herself.
She's with her parents. Will, and Al. Her friends.
But Eric, and Edward, and David... Jeanine. Cancels it out.
It makes me sick just thinking about Jeanine.
She let knowledge overpower her.
I almost feel bad.
Almost.
And Uriah, she has, and Tori... Marlene and Lynn... So many...
So many loves stolen from us.
Why?
Because.
It's life... as my mother says... but she says it hoarsely, and with tears and with solemn...
Lies.
All lies.
But what struck me worse, was not the death of her, the things they did.
Every time she'd cry, worse than her death.
Because of her pain.
With death... there's little of that. Maybe the gunshots. And then...
Nothing.
That's how I felt. How I feel.
If only I could have one, last, kiss.
If only I could see her...
Tris.