I am Tobias Johnson.
I have been Tobias Johnson for almost 10 years now.
I will be 28 years old, but I have seen and been through enough for at least 12 lifetimes.
I was one of the uprising that brought my small city in a full circle that brought us where we are today.
It sucks sometimes. I work as, what my mother loves to refer to, as a politician. But I'm mainly adviser to the leader of our city, Johanna Reyes (she swears she'll put me in charge one day; I just don't know if I want it). Besides that, I wanted to put my old life behind me. But it's becoming harder to know that 10 years ago, I was fighting to save my life, my friends, my love-everyone. I made tough decisions as a fragment of a man. I wanted to keep it in the past. But my mind isn't letting me. It's been 10 whole years since I last heard my Tris.
When I scattered her ashes almost eight years ago, I thought I'd be okay. And I am. Really. But I find myself lonely and miss her presence lately. I think it might mean something, but I don't want to reach out to anyone about it. It's like our group, our friends, have moved on.
But this is what I wanted. I wanted a chance to just be. I just wanted to be mild mannered Tobias Johnson. Not by my former Tobias Eaton (the name of my evil father). Or even being known by Four, my Dauntless name. I do miss it at times, being Four. I sometimes feel like that was my power-my strength. It was a name associated with strength, bravery and fear. But also with war and pain. I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss being Four sometimes. But it's just not me anymore. I don't think it can be.
I am Tobias Johnson. 28 years old, political working man.
