Jumper.
Sometimes Tris would think back to that first day in Dauntless when all she'd been asked to do was jump into a dark hole. Back when she hadn't been asked to lead a faction or negotiate peace talks or, possibly, lead that same faction to war.
Back when her biggest concerns were what to do about her family and how make it past initiation and how to deal with her handsome trainer…
Ah, to be naive again.
Tris smirked sleepily and rolled over in bed, snuggling closer into Tobias's side and wrapping her arms around him. Her fingertips traced lazily over his back, subconsciously fallowing the crisscrossing scars his father's belt had left him with.
Some nights she had nightmares where she wasn't the first jumper and some other girl with no face had been, Tobias would walk off her and Tris would be left behind.
Those dreams terrified her more than anything else, even the approaching war with Erudite.
It was also those nights that made her grateful for everything that had happened, including being told to jump into a hole.
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