If We Had Both Chosen Differently

by Kabosh

For a few minutes we kiss, deep in the chasm, with the roar of water all around us. And when we rise, hand in hand, I realize that if we had both chosen differently, we might have ended up doing the same thing, in a safer place, in gray clothes instead of black ones. This is what I think it would be like if Tris and Tobias had both chosen Abnegation over Dauntless.

7. Chapter 7

*Sorry for the lack of update; I'm guessing you don't want to hear my excuses. So sorry if this isn't my best, and if it's short and forced.

Tobias

Why had I done that? I scolded myself. I guess I just couldn't help myself.

There was a thud in the bathroom, but I just assumed that Tris was on the toilet or something. I tidied up a bit, which took 5ish minutes, and she still hadn't come out.

I frowned, and listened hard from outside the door. No sound.

I gently pushed the door open a bit. "Tris?" I asked, not wanting to intrude.

I tried not to gasp. She was crumpled in a heap on the floor, sitting in a sticky pile of what I hoped was some kind of juice. Yeah, no such luck.

I followed the trail of blood up her back, and found the source. Unfortunately, it was her head.

I picked her up as lightly as I could, and rushed outside to the car. It shot down the road like a bullet.

The nurse took her off of me as soon as I entered the hospital.

"What's your name?"

I didn't really want to say my real name, but I had no choice. "Um, Tobias," I muttered.

"Okay, I just need you to answer a few questions,"

Tris

The hazy darkness still surrounded me, but it was nice. Black was a nice change to the grey my eyes constantly consumed.

My thoughts were muddled, but one thing was crystal clear.

We can't stay in Abnegation any longer.

*Again, sorry it's so short! I 100% promise to get another chapter up this weekend. Anyway, thanks so much for the support, guys!