I can only take credit for my own ideas... everything else belongs to Veronica Roth.
Be prepared for frequently changing POV.
Tobias
A mixture of excitement and dread overwhelm me as I think about the day ahead. I dress quickly and, out of habit, neatly make my bed. I guess it doesn't matter anymore, I will never have to come back to this room or this house again after today. As of 5 pm today, Marcus' reign of terror over my life will be over. I head out the door, pausing for a brief moment to look back at the place that has been my home for the last 16 years, the place of so many bad memories but a handful of good ones.
I remember my mother sneaking my the occasional piece of candy or other treat. I remember her reading me stories and poems from a book that she kept hidden from my father. I remember her showing me the small trinkets, that she was not supposed to have, from her past. Mostly, I just remember her. I miss her and have since the day she died.
I continue out the door, dropping the key on the table by the door. I will never need that key again.
Tris
I awaken to the sound of my own screaming, my nightmare still fresh in my mind. It all felt so real, so terrifying, so powerful.
I was walking through the orchards of Amity when I heard a scream in the distance. I knew that the source of the sound was my Tobias. I ran as fast as I could,calling out to him as I raced through the trees. I could tell that I was getting closer as the screams got louder and more pained. Just as I came to the clearing, I saw him.
Tobias stood, tied to a tree, and facing him was Marcus with a whip in hand. Blood was streaking his bare chest and running to the ground. Marcus continued to whip him as I came closer. I screamed and Marcus turned to look at me with an evil grin, his eyes glowing red. I ran to stop him as he again raised the whip.
Just as I came within 10 feet of them, I hit an invisible wall. I tried to get around the wall, but it completely surrounded them. I tried to climb over, but there was no place to take hold. I pound on the barrier with my fists, with sticks, with rock, with anything I can get my hands on, but nothing can break through. Tobias slumped to the ground, still tied to the tree, as Marcus pulled a gun from his waistband. I could barely hear the firing of the gun over my own screams.
I can still hear the gun fire, still see the blood and the evil in Marcus' eyes, when I climb out of bed. I rush to take my shower and get dressed. I tell my mom that I will meet her here before we head out for the ceremony and head out the door to see Tobias one last time before he leaves Abnegation. I look at my watch, 9 hours and 46 minutes left.
Tobias
I sit by the willow tree, waiting for Tris. She is running late, which is not normal for her. I am starting to get nervous when I see her running towards me, looking frazzled. I stand and pull her into a tight hug once she gets to me.
"So the ever early Tris can be late sometimes." I say with a grin.
"Well, I figured you shouldn't be the only one who is late to meet up." She smugly replies.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. So why do you seem so frazzled this morning?"
"Oh, I don't know... just the fact that my best friend, that I have seen everyday for the past 4 and a half years, is leaving in just over 9 hours and I have no idea when I will actually be able to see him again. But other than that, I am just great." She says while rolling her eyes. One thing that I have always been good at, is lightening the mood when she is upset.
"So, Trissy, what is on the agenda for the day?" I ask.
"Well, since we can't really go anywhere without getting caught with everyone getting ready for the ceremony, I think we should just stay here until it'stime to leave. "
"As you wish." I say while bowing.
Tris
The ceremony is to start at 5 pm promptly and I am to meet up with my family at 3:30 to get ready a day head to the ceremony. Not everyone goes to the ceremony each year, but since my father is a faction leader, I have been to every one since I was born.
We spend the rest of the time we have, sitting side by side, talking, laughing, and in general just enjoying the time we have together. The hours pass by all to quickly, and before I an ready, it's almost time to go. I look at my watch and see that we only have 30 minutes until I need to be home and Tobias has to meet Marcus.
I feel the tears streaming down my face before I even realize that I am crying.
Tobias
I look at Tris and see tears rolling down her cheeks. I hate to see her cry, especially since it is over me. I wrap my arms around her and pull her into my lap. She rests her head against my chest as I gently stroke her back. We have very little time left until we have to head our separate ways. This is just temporary, I tell myself. I shift to help her to her feet and stand in front of her.
"I have a little something for you." I say.
"Really? I have something for you too. Me first." She grins. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a silver pocket watch. On the cover are the initials T.J.E. in grey letters surrounded by flames. "To remember you old faction and to honor your new one. And don't tell me that you haven't decided on Dauntless, I know you better than you know yourself, Tobias Eaton."
I hug her, reach into my pocket to pull out her necklace,and hand her the small black box. She opens the box, and when she sees the silver raven charm, the tears begin to flow again. She takes it from the box and I help her fasten the chain behind her neck.
"I will keep this with me always." She says through her tears.
"As will I." I reply, while stroking my thumb across the watch.
"I hate to say this," I say sadly, "but we have to go."
Tris
He says that it's time to go, and although I know that he is right, I can't deal with the thought. I grab him in a crushing hug and cry into his chest. He holds me for a few moments before gripping my shoulders and holding me at arms length.
"I love you Tobias." I whisper.
"I love you too Beatrice." He replies.
He turns to walk away and after a few steps turns back to me, takes my hands in his, and kisses me. It is everything that I ever could have imagined for my first kiss. It's sweet, soft, gentle, passionate, and most of all loving. He then turns and walks away as I press my fingers to my lips, holding on to the warmth of his kiss.