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Tris POV
"I was sleeping until I heard a scream. I shot up in bed and somebody turned on the lights, and I saw Christina standing in the bathroom with a terrified expression on her face. I walked to her, and there he was. He was lying on the floor, in a pool of his own blood. He had a knife in his hand, and his throat had been slit. He committed suicide because he didn't want to be factionless." I said, tears streaming down my face.
Eric just sat there, looking at me with a concerned expression. Then he put an arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer to him.
"I know I shouldn't be upset because of what he did, but I still cared for him. He may not have known that I did, but I did." I say.
"You're right, you shouldn't be upset." He said.
I start crying again.
"Shhh." He says, as he rubs my arm.
"I'm sorry. I don't know why I came here. After I saw Al on the floor, I just ran. I didn't know where I was going, and then I ended up here. I don't mean to put all of my problems on you." I say.
"It's okay. If you need somebody to talk to, I'm here." He says.
I stare at him for a minute. He wasn't supposed to be like this. Kind, concerned, soft. He was supposed to be mean, cruel, tough. What has gotten into him.
"What's with the nice act?" I ask.
He just sits there for a minute. He looks like he's having a debate in his head. Then before I could say anything, he grabs my face in his hands and kisses me.
I was shocked, but I kissed back.
He pulls away and says, "That's why I'm being nice."
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