A/N: Hi ^^ This will be the last filler-ish chapter before we get on to the happier and lighter stuff. That is a promise :)

Indigo Girl996: Don't worry, the melancholic vibe will be more or less gone in the coming chapters :)

Hope: :) Glad that you like it. This chapter will be the last one to come out on a Wednesday for a while. My chapters will come out every Friday/ Saturday/ Sunday from now on. Except of course, if I feel really excited and I just need to update sooner than I should :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent.

"She's not going to eat is she?" Fernando asks Myra as she approaches him.

Myra shakes her head a no and they both walk towards the cafeteria for dinner in silence.

"Did she say anything?" Fernando asks, picking at the grains on his bread.

Myra shakes her head once more and again, they fall into a deep silence.

"Do you think that she's heartbroken?"

Myra immediately looks up at Fernando's suggestion. "Why?"

Fernando shrugs. "Just... I have been thinking... And with all that her sister has been telling me, I think... I think that maybe she's heartbroken."

Myra bites her lower lip in thought.

Well she can clearly see the signs of a heartbroken person in Beatrice's attitude.

"In fact, it must have been something really bad to depress her as much as she is now."

"Wait..." Myra speaks, holding her hand up to Fernando. "Are you suggesting that the reason as to why she fainted yesterday has nothing to do with Professor Eaton and is all about her broken heart?"

"Well..." Fernando taps the tips of his fingers on the wooden table as he contemplates on whether he should tell her what he thinks. "I'm not saying that it has nothing to do with Professor Eaton."

Myra scratches her head in total lost. "Then?" She queries with a tone of impatience.

"Well... what if it has something to do with the both of them? What if the both of them are interrelated with each other?"

Fernando watches nervously as Myra tries to crunch up the clues he's feeding her until slowly, the light starts to flicker on in her eyes.

"You mean... No you couldn't mean that can you?" Myra questions.

Fernando shrugs his shoulders, picking up his sandwich and taking a bite.

"Why not? The way he picks on her, the way he pressures her about love... And how he was able to find Beatrice in less than five minutes... They must have known each other pretty well."

Her eyes go wide. "He was the one who found her?"

Fernando freezes, his mouth open wide as he is about to take a bite of the sandwich in his hands. He gulps, but nods.

Myra bites her lower lip which has started to tear open slightly under her frequent abuse.

"But... Don't you guys come from the same place? Like, aren't you guys neighbours or something?" Myra asks Fernando. "Surely you would've known if she has been dating or something."

"She actually just moved in around November or December last year and she has already been a bit... detached ever since then."

Myra sighs and scratches her head in agitation.

"I don't know." Is her conclusion.

CCO

Myra stares at the blonde girl who is still lying in her bed despite the fact that they only have two hours left before their first lesson of the week begins.

Should she ask her about her broken heart?

About whether or not she is broken hearted in the first place?

"Beatrice... I know that we've only met for about two weeks, but I'm really worried about you right now... It's not healthy. Believe me Beatrice, I know."

Beatrice shifts slightly but stays put.

Myra bites her lips, staring at the view outside of their room through their large window.

"A few years back, there is this guy who I met. He was tall and really well built. Like a soldier. And he was brave. Also like a soldier."

Beatrice perks her ears in interest at Myra's story.

"I liked him... but he was too old for me. He was nine years older. And he was a very... wild person. Wild and rough and could never live for a week without ending up in at least one physical fight. So wild that I nicknamed him Mayhem. And growing up with a hippie grandfather, I was never comfortable with his violent tendencies. But still... I liked him and he liked me too- well at least that was what he said."

Beatrice turns around to face her friend.

"We dated for a few months. And I'll say that those few months were the best times of my life." A smile creeps onto Myra's face. "He'll buy me chocolate chip cookies every Saturday because they're my favourites. And he'll also buy new books for my younger sister because he knows how financially poor we are and just how much she loves to read- and also just how much I love my sister.

He'll always bring me to this Chinese restaurant downtown for dinner." A lone tear slips down her cheeks and Beatrice untangles herself from her covers, moving to sit beside Myra.

"One day?" Beatrice questions, knowing that that line will come.

"One day... as we were leaving that restaurant, when he was about to unlock his car, he realised that he left his car keys in the restaurant and he told me to wait outside while he goes in to fetch them. And so I waited."

"But then?"

"But then... a guy approached me. Asked something about some directions to go to some street nearby... And while I was helping him... he... he stuffed this awfully smelling thing at my nose and my mouth... I... woke up in a hospital next."

Beatrice can't help herself from shuddering when she detects the eerie similarities between what happened to Myra and what has happened to herself.

"Tell me nothing happened to you." She pleads out loud, deflating when she notices the tears in Myra's eyes.

"But that's not the thing I wanted to talk about." Myra cries out, furiously wiping her tears away from her eyes. "The thing is... after that incident, the newspaper were all reporting about a dead man who was found behind the Chinese restaurant. I asked my... my ex about it. And he... he said that he was the one who killed the man. That when he found me, there were three other men with me... And that he killed one of them while the other two ran away.

And I scolded him.

I scolded him because I was angry because he shouldn't have killed him. That whatever sin the guy has committed, he shouldn't have just killed that man. He... he accused me of being ungrateful... and later suggested that maybe I willingly gave myself to the man and that is the reason why I was so concerned about his death... and of course I got furious.

And I... I slapped him. And he punched me back. Said that he regrets ever spending time with a... a person like me. Said that I was doing it all for money and attention. Said that I am a pathetic whore. And he left me... just like that. Next thing I know, he was trialled for manslaughter."

"Was he found guilty?"

Myra sniffs, tears already spilling from her eyes in a rapid stream. "Yes. It was even revealed that his family has been linked to a lot of crime records. But as it always happens in their family, he was also bailed out."

"Bailed out?"

Myra nods with a shiver. "There's always someone out there who is ready to bail him or other members of his family out- that was what I gathered through the papers I come across. And the identities of the people who bailed them are always kept incognito."

Beatrice holds back a shudder.

At least Al is still in prison.

Last time she checked.

But there's always someone to bail them out.

But he isn't a part of their family is he?

Well at least Tobias never killed Al.

At least Tobias did not have to end up in a prison like this Mayhem.

At least the Eaton name isn't tainted with crime records.

But should she care?

Why should she care?

Isn't she supposed to forget about him?

And forgetting definitely does not consist of feeling thankful for how his life is not screwed up.

Is she really trying to forget him and all of the things which has happened between them?

Beatrice jumps when Myra suddenly sniffs a breath, holding in a hiccup. "And I am not so sure what happened after that. I mean, I tried to forget about him..."

She tried to forget about him...

Just like what I am trying to do now.

"But did you?" Beatrice queries. "Did you manage to forget him?"

Myra lets out a shaky laugh. "If I have, I wouldn't be crying now would I?"

Oh...

Beatrice stays silent.

"This... man... bothering your thoughts..." Myra whispers, "He is Professor Eaton, isn't he?"

Her teeth instinctively bite into her lower lip and she looks away from Myra's prying eyes.

Bothering my thoughts is an understatement.

He bothers my sleep, my emotions...

He fucks up my whole concept of rationality.

"But you know what Beatrice? I managed to live without him for four years. And I'm still doing fine now."

Beatrice laughs dryly. "I managed to do that for a year before he had to pop up into my life again."

"My point is Beatrice, you don't have to forget. It's not how you let go. The key to letting go is forgiving. You shouldn't forget all these incidents you've landed on and the storms you've survived from. Life experiences are what makes you wiser."

"Like what?" Beatrice snaps. "Remembering how I rejected a guy I didn't realise that I was falling for because I was too afraid to lose him once we've gotten too close together... remembering how I swam away from the lost depths of his oceans in fear that I'll never be able to do so once I sink in deeper... remembering how I was so foolish for pushing a sincere man who has done nothing but helping me through thick and thin is supposed to make me wise?"

"Yes."

Beatrice blinks.

"Yes, it is supposed to make you wiser."

"What..."

"If you pick up lessons from it and remember to not repeat them next time... doesn't that makes you wiser?"

Beatrice fists her hands, her thumb stroking firmly on the other fingers.

"What lessons did you pick up from your past relationship?"

Myra offers a small smile. "I learn that when my parents warn me of something, I really should give it a listen. I learn that I should not look past his flaws just because he said that he loved me. And I learn that I should not be overly obsessed on something that I am willing to do all the foolish things just to fulfil my obsession despite the warning signs flashing at me."

Beatrice bites harsher into her lower lip. "And what do you think about my relationship?"

Myra just shrugs. "I'm not in the place to tell. I barely know him and I barely know you- I can't just judge you guys or assume what happened between you. But I think, if you are to get back together, or maybe start a new relationship with someone else, you should remember what you have done wrong last time and try to see if you can fix them." Myra fidgets with her fingernails. "I heard that trust is one of the biggest factors of broken relationships."

Beatrice furrows her eyebrows. "Was your relationship broken because of trust?"

Myra shrugs. "He accused me of things which I will never do. I guess you can say that he did not trust me."

Did Tobias not trust her?

Did she not trust Tobias?

Myra lets out a loud sigh and pats Beatrice on her shoulder once. "Think about it." She tells her, standing up to make her way to the bathroom for her morning shower. Just as she turns the doorknob, Myra glances over her shoulder with a small smile. "Forgetting is never the way."

Beatrice can't contain the small smile which creeps onto her face when she remembers a very similar advice given to her a year ago- it just came out from a different pair of lips.

Forgetting is never the way.

She just has to forgive him, forgive herself...

If it is meant to be, fate will find his way to put them back together.

If it isn't, then it just isn't.

It is neither his nor her fault.

P/S: The advice came out from Shauna's lips last year.