For everyone who wanted me to update, this one is really on the cute side, so..
The next one will be the cut off part of the scene, in Tris POV!
Thank you! 3
I felt her eyes on the back of my head, as I disappeared upstairs. It was the burning sensation of being watched, but it didn't feel as uncomfortable as I though. As I walked inside the tiny bathroom, looking for towels and water, I tried to guess what was going through her mind, at that time. Her family, her friends. I keep forgetting that the rest of the world actually has someone to love, someone who loves them back. I nodded to myself, accepting that fact. Probably a couple months ago, the thought would weigh on my shoulders like a cloud, but now it just felt numb. And although I had no family that I cared about, I had my friends, and they became like my brothers and sisters in Dauntless, and that made up for any pathetic excuse for a father or a mother that I could possibly have.
The second thing that was probably going through the girls brain made me smile. She was probably perplexed, that a boy, about her age, had just carried her in his arms, a boy from another faction, a faction that was known for its brutality and harshness, at least, from her family's point of view.
I came downstairs, in a fast but silent page, holding a large metal bowl in my hands, filled with water and a towel, that had the scent I grew up used to, the smooth odor of soap, almost like vanilla. It was one of the few memories around here I truly liked.
The girl looked up, and her eyes met mine.
(…)
I opened the wound with the tip of my knife, and the girl moaned in pain, closing her eyes. An "Im sorry" fled my lips, and it felt strange but honest on my lips. "Just do it" She replied, and I realized she was acting strong. There was a layer of Dauntless in her.
The knife found the bullet, and I moved it, looking for shatters, before the girl muffled a scream with her hand.
(…)
- Can we go now? – She asked, and I nodded. I helped her stand, offering to carry her but she declined, with a soft smile on her lips. I let go of her arm when she was stedy.
- Here – I took off my leather jacket, and I handed it to her.
She blushed a little, and shook her head.
- I'm alright. Thank you – She smiled a bit but I did not believe her words.
- Take it – I insisted, and took her hand in mine to slide it inside the sleeve.
But, instead, I just stood there, feeling the touch of her hand against mine, the warmth of somebody's skin. I don't know why, but the touch was completely different. Maybe because I spent so many years deprived from it. But I had touched a girls hand before, so this shouldn't be diferent.
The girl blushed, and looked up to me once again. I managed a shy smile, and she returned it.
- Beatrice – She introduced herself.
I nodded once. Beatrice. It was so Abnegation, but yet, it sounded so beautiful.
- Four – I replied. She glanced at me with the same questioning look I get from everyone I am introduced to. But this time, I felt like saying something else – It's a complicated story.