Tris P.O.V ~
He was my best friend. I remember that at least. We were best friends even though he was two years older than me. We had sleepovers, we played pranks, we drove the boat at my family's lake house. And now what. What am I to him? A photo? A memory? A song? Or just the girl who couldn't let go. Tobias Eaton was my best friend and now I'm alone.
So people. Should I finish this story?
~Padfoot
