Tris POV
My feet carried me faster than I could remember possible. The last time I can remember moving this fast was that night. The night I left this place. The night I left him. Mindlessly running led me to the chasm, even after 16 years, my body knows it's safe spot. Although it feels safe, something about being back in this spot cuts deep. I still remember the night Four and I had our first kiss in this very spot. Years of petty fights had been ended in this very spot. Years ago I could sit here with him for hours in complete silence, his hand in mine, and everything in the world felt right. But this time it just hurts. All I can do is cry. It seems like all that I've been able to do for years. The scene I just witnessed plays out in my mind endlessly.
I opened the door to the training room, Im not quite sure how I knew it, but something told me this is where I'd find her. There she stood messing around with Gavin. I can't tell you how glad I was to see those two together again. She threw her first knife, landing perfectly in the center. That's Tobias' daughter. Being back in dauntless hurt more than I could imagine, but I know I couldn't show it. This is the home of the dauntless. I took one deep breath, and reminded myself of the things I'd once done. That bravery has to be in my somewhere.
"There you are" I said, wrapping the two in a hug. I could tell something was wrong by the look on either of their faces. I let go a little bit and took a moment to take in the looks on their faces.
"What is wro-"
"Tris"
The word was quiet and sweet. It felt as though my name had been put away and cherished for years, never to be used again until this moment. I knew that voice. Id heard that voice speak to me so many times. I hear that voice in my nightmares. I knew it was him.
There he stood, blood dripping from his fists. His entire body looks like it has taken beating. Next to him lies a punching bag covered in drying blood. It had been used until its chain broke and it landed on the floor, useless. I felt a little bit like that punching bag. My entire life rendered useless by the scars of him.
"Four"
His name left my lips before I could even realize what I'd said. The word was filled with years of hurt. I saw his face change to guilt, but more importantly I saw a flinch of his movement.
I have to get out of here.
"Mom"
Somehow that one word hurt more than the sight of four. Somehow today he looked like the monster I remembered him as. I'd never really been a mother to her and I regretted it.
I sat there listening to each drop of my tears landing in the water below. I must have been there for hours. The longer I sat there, the more I realized that I can't stay here. Im going home. There is nothing left for me here.