Author's notes: Here is the last chapter from Christina's point of view – a short one! Hope you enjoy it, and please leave a review! x
CHRISTINA
I lay there, crying silently, feigning sleep for about four hours. I forced myself to ignore him, the feel of his hot breath on the back of my neck, and let the tears flow down my face onto my soaked pillow. How could he be so cowardly? So mean? So careless? I'd loved him. Really truly loved him, like nothing and no one else before, and he' taken that fragile love and destroyed it. I couldn't take it. 'I don't want to'. It was then, when he'd said those words. That was the moment I knew he didn't, couldn't love me. I was wasting my time with him. So cliché. I'd promised myself I'd never get worked up over a boy. This was more than worked up. I was torn up. Limb by limb he'd torn me apart insensitively and it hurt. It hurt so much.
I got out of bed when I was sure everyone was asleep, taking the three handwritten letters out from underneath my pillow. I reached up and tucked one beneath Tris' pillow, crossed the room and hid another with Will. I took the third with me, held tightly to my chest.
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One.
I didn't worry about my family; I was dead to them anyway.
Two.
I taped the last remaining letter – this one for Eric – onto the railing with shaking hands.
Three.
I climbed over the railing, and looked down into the raging water.
Four.
I turned around, tears in my eyes, and let go of the railing, balancing on the balls of my feet, teetering over the edge.
Five.
Praying for Tris and Tobias, wishing Will love and happiness, I tipped forward and fell gracefully down into the bawling, vociferous, thunderous chasm.
