My father's gaze pierces me like a million tiny knives. I look up up only to be met by his angry eyes. I shift my gaze to my mother, she purses her lips and look and the ground with her hands clasped in front of her. My stomach churns and I feel my heartbeat in my fingertips. What's done is done, I can't go back now. I look at Beatrice, panicked is an understatement of what she look like now. An invisible hand punches my chest. I'm sorry. but no one hears my apology.

"Excuse me," Marcus responds to the mutters that come as an aftermath of my betrayal. I look around, no one hears him. The erudite wear smug smiles and whisper to each other looking at my former faction. "Quiet, please!" Marcus roars not bothering with the abnegation manners this time. "Beatrice prior."

Beatrice looks at Marcus wide-eyed. She unhurriedly walks forward as if being propelled by an unknown force. Her eyes land on me. I slightly nod to her. It's okay, I want to tell her. Her footstep falters. She hesitantly accepts Marcus' knife. She stands between the stones and the coals. She cuts her palm, gritting her teeth while doing so. She thrusts her arm out between the two bowls. And then I see it, the glint in her eyes telling me that she won't chose abnegation. Her hand shifts and her blood sizzles. The sound makes me uncomfortable. I feel numb, I didn't except her to stay in abnegation, but I did not think in a million years that she would be dauntless. I should have paid attention to all the times she bent the rules, to the times when we were kids and she run down the street and I would scold her. I should've known. I wonder if she's thinking the same thing about me.

When the ceremony is over, the dauntless start to file out. I try to steal a glimpse at Beatrice but all I are the faceless tattooed bodies.

"I've never heard of an abnegation transferring to Erudite before," declares a deep voice behind me. "I'm Chris" he thrusts his hands out. I'm surprised by the gesture but I remember reading that candor greet each other by shaking hands. I'm not familiar with physical contact, abnegation told us that physical contact is powerful.

"Caleb," I say giving his hand a squeeze, but I think I might have let go too fast. After the dauntless leave we file for the elevator. My abnegation wired mind scolds me for taking the elevator while other people wait. i shake my head as if to get rid of the abnegation in me.

"So why did you transfer?" questions Chris when we find seats at the back of the bus. i rack my brain for an answer. I can't say i was selfish because that's not completely true. "I was too curios. I didn't like that i was deprived of knowledge, so I left" I say monotonely, masking my emotions for what feels like the millionth time today. "and you?"

He looks out the window, biting the inside of his cheek. I want to tell him to stop because it's hazardous, and he could develop a callous on the inside of his mouth, but I keep quite. "The candor were too arrogant, they spoke what's on their minds without facts to support them."

We sit in comfortable silence and somewhere during the bus ride I drift asleep, my dreams are filled with grey and blue.

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