Christina POV
I find his body on the ground covered in blood and my heart shatters. I just wish I could feel his warmth again, tease him once more. I want him to wake up and tell me it was just a joke, that he was ok. There was so much more I needed to tell him. So much more I thought I was going to have the rest of my life to say. My mother is behind me waiting for me to say something. I turn around to her. "H-He's g-g-gone" I sob. "IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED?" I yell at the sky. " ARE YOU HAPPY NOW, NOW THAT YOU TOOK HIM FROM ME." I collapse into tears. I feel broken and alone.
The next couple of weeks I am broken. I cannot work in the kitchen without remembering our first kiss. I cannot train as a soldier without remembering the bullet wound next to his heart. I cannot even work at the refugee center without remembering that there was one person missing, one we couldn't save. One with a heart of gold and a mind of steel, a smile so bright and a determination so strong. Will
I meet Will's sister and tell them the terrible news for the next few weeks we console each other, remind each other of the good things. We tell each other about ourselves and how Will was in our faction. Cara knew how to make me feel better. There was only one person I needed now, Tris. I felt so bad when I knew I had to bring this terrible news. I walk up to her ready to tell her. I take a deep breath and say " I'm not sure if you know but, umm… Will died in the battle." she pauses for a minute almost as if she knew. But she couldn't know unless… no she couldn't have done that, she wouldn't have. I tell myself I'm just being paranoid but in the back of my mind I can tell that something is wrong. Tris is keeping a secret
I have began to feel better about Will's death although sometimes I still see him in my dreams and wake up in tears because I know it isn't real. I am at Tris' confession. I am ready to hear what she has to say. She goes through the general questions,like her name her faction of birth, her faction of choice and It goes on. Finally the last question "Do you have any regrets" she pauses and finally forces out " I REGRET WILL, I killed him I could have shot his hand but, I.. I killed him." Suddenly every moment I spent with him any memory I have of him is replaced with a version in which he is lying on the floor with a bullet in his chest and the murderer running away from the scene, the murderer being my best friend. The tears well up and I start to cry and I can't stop. There are no good feelings to look back upon. All my memories of happiness have been turned into memories of sadness
