A/N: Yees, here is another one. I kind of like to write from his POV. This one takes place a few more years later than the other one. This idea just pooped up in my mind last night and I couldn't help myself but to write it down. Hope you like it and please let me know what you thought about it. I would like to know so I can improve my writing.
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"I present you Four, your very new leader."
As I heard the introduction, I started to walk to the stage. There are people who are watching me, people who have known me for my entire life, or most if it, people who have heard of me even before, and there are people who have just found out about me after I started to be Johanna's right hand. I look at them emotionless. I don't want them to look at me and see as a broken teenager. Because that's not what I am. At least not anymore, not in front of them.
"Good evening." I say using the microphone. "I think the presentation wasn't really fit for me so I'm just going to let you know a few aspects." I add as I start walking around the stage, not facing the people. In the past years I have learned how not to let people see my fears and my broken sides. That is not something you want to show to the people you need to lead.
"I am your new leader for a short amount of time."
This statement brings a lot of voices from the crowd that have gathered around the stage.
"I'll lead you for a short amount of time. I'll just make sure that you will follow all the rules that our city has implied during the last years."
In the crowd I can see familiar faces. I turn away from them because I don't want my expression to change. And if I dare to look at them it will change.
"Do not look at me as you do when you look at a leader. Do not look at me as you do when you look at a friend. Look at me like you don't know me, yet you know the rules you are meant to follow. Because those rules were made for our city to become a better one. I am only here to let you know that those rules were founded because years ago a lot of people traded blood for us now to know how we should be today."
As I finish my speech, I leave the stage and the crowd that had started to yell, saying that they are going to follow the rules.
"Four!" I hear my name from behind and when I turn I see a woman with dark brown hair that reaches her mid back. She's running towards me with a smile on her face. "Great speech." she says as she now stands in front of me. "Made me remember how cool my instructor was. Maybe you have heard of him." she says as we start walking, starting to laugh a little. "You know, at first I thought he was just the type of person who would bitch all day, but then I came to know him for who he was."
I roll my eyes at her words. "I'm glad I made such a good impression to you, Christina." I say in a sarcastic tone. She only starts laughing and I can't help but smirk a little. We've been like this since I lost her. We've become close friends and she knows how to make me feel good, make me remember who I really am, even in the moments that I forget myself. That's what Christina is here for. I don't know what I would have done all these years without her. I don't know what I would have done if she didn't stop me from taking the memory serum.
"So, mind telling me why you want to be our leader for only a short amount of time?" she asks in a monotone tone. I look at her but I can't seem to understand her expression as she is looking forwards, not daring to look at me.
"It's just how I said. I just want to be sure they will follow the rules. I don't want to be in this position for a long time."
And it is the truth. I want them to know that for these rules people gave their lives. It is true that those people may not have know this by that time, but without them we wouldn't be here today, in our city that has grown to be a very good place to stay for everybody.
"You know, she would have been happy for you. Actually, I think that she is happy for you." she says and I can sense how hard for her is to say those words. Even after all these years. It's been twelve years since she died. I can't believe that I am a grown up man and that I am the leader of Chicago. Not to mention that I am all alone, every night dreaming about the beautiful girl that has come to know me and love me for who I was. The beautiful girl that has given up her life for the sake of others. And even now, I can feel pain. It's true, it isn't as hard as it was a few years ago, but still, I can feel a horrible pain in my chest. It's like everytime I think of her something inside me dies. That's why I try to think about her only when I'm alone and only when I'm in my apartment because that's the only place I can feel good for remembering her. Strange, isn't it?
I take from my pocket a packet of cigarettes and lighten one as I feel the smoke burning my lungs. I've been smoking for years now. Smoking and drinking. I know that these aren't really good ways to deal with your past, but when you think about losing the important person of your life, you try to do something to make you feel sane.
"How was your date?" I ask Christina as I inhale yet again the deadly smoke.
"Horrible. We went to the restaurant but we stayed there for only an hour. He just wasn't like..."
She doesn't end the line but I know what she's going to say anyway. That's when we reach her block and stop in front of each other.
"You know, if you're looking in every man for him, you'll end up alone." I say in an as a mater of fact tone, still smoking my cigarette.
"Look who's talking. At least I'm trying to make my life, while you haven't dated a girl since her."
At this I look at her. I start to feel annoyed with her comment. It looks like some parts of her will always remain the same. The same old Candor girl. She knows very well how much I loved her and how much I still do. I narrow my eyes and she realizes what a mistake she has done but I don't give her the chance to say anything as I just walk away from her.
I ended up here, in the place where I have spread her ashes. I can see the town and how beautiful it looks now that everything is in place and people are trying to improve. How much she would have liked this place now.
I am still afraid oh heights, but when I come here I can feel her presence, as if she is still with me. Which sounds odd.
But I can't help myself from feeling this way. Even after all these years.
We were meant for each other.
All that I'm going to say is "We'll meet soon, Tris."
That is a promise.
