Where did he go? I understand that we had an argument, but was it necessary to go into the streets swarming with rebels? They know who Peter is and they will try to take him out. I bite my lip as I think of the scenario:
Peter walks down the street.
Somebody shoots him.
His body falls down.
It gets dragged away into the shadows.
I shiver at the thought and wrap my arms around myself. I watch children pass in the streets below me, laughing and running after each other. I smile slightly as the father picks the little boy up and into his arms. That could have been me and Tobias. We talked about the future just before the attack. His words echo in my head: "When I come back we will figure this out. We'll have a small apartment in Chicago. We will figure everything out. We're okay, me and you." I kissed him passionately after that.
I smile sadly at the memory before starting to cry again. I inhale and shake once I realize the sobs that are to come will be uncontrollable. I put a hand over my mouth when I hear the front door open and silence my cries. I grip my wrist so hard that my knuckles turn while. My eyes stick on the passing cars below me when the footsteps come closer to me.
Should I forgive him?
A big hand rests on my back and I stand up slowly, pressing my face against the glass. There is the sound of a plastic bag landing on the floor behind me, which causes me to glance in the direction. Before I have the chance to take a good look, a black box appears in front of me, held by Peter's hand. I turn around to face him and take the small box. He speaks first.
"Open it," he says. I offer him a timid smile before lifting the lid off slowly. The first thing I see is the small, black Dauntless symbol made out of metal. My eyes run across to the skinny, black chain and I realize that it is a necklace. I smile down at it before releasing the chain from the soft cushion it rests on, "Let me."
Peter takes the necklace from my hands and turns me around. I close my eyes when I feel the cold chain securing itself around my neck. I turn back around and look up at him. He looks like he is afraid to smile, waiting for me to turn soft. "Thank you."
He smirks when I speak and wraps his arms around me, releasing the deepest sigh in human history. I let him plant kisses on my shoulder. My hand runs between us and presses against the symbol on my chest. This is who I am: Dauntless.
Peter steps away slowly, observing my reaction. I don't so much react as respond, "What's in the bag?" I ask softly. Immediately, he picks it up and takes out three bars of chocolate. I stare at the rectangles before looking up at him, "Chocolate?"
"Women love chocolate," his eyebrows furrow as he puts the bag down, tossing the treats back in. I smirk to myself. Typical Peter.
His hands sink into his pockets as he frowns at the floor. I feel sorry for him. He was cheated on first. I don't think he loved Fiona if he was ready to do this to her. However, I like the atmosphere between us at the moment, so I don't start questioning him. Instead, I fold my arms and stare at his face until he looks up at me.
"Promise me, no more secrets," my tone is serious, with a hint of anger. I sound like Four. His eyes light up instantly, but he conceals his smile.
"I promise. I swear... I would never-"
"Okay," I silence him, before he gets too excited. I witness as the twinkle in his eyes spreads all over his face, bestowing a beam. Automatically, I smile back and hug him when he throws his arms around me, lifting me into the air. I close my eyes as he starts rubbing my back reassuringly, "Do you understand that what you did was wrong?" Sometimes the only way to talk to Peter is to talk to him like a child. Step by step, slowly he starts understanding the matter.
"I know, I'm so sorry," he whispers.
"Don't apologize to me, apologize to her," I say.
"I will, I promise," he concludes. And that is how you resolve a conflict.
Even though Peter said we would be in bed all day, we ended up on the living room couch. I am half asleep. Peter is probably snoozing. His chest lifts me up and down slowly as he breathes. I open my eyes slightly to see what all the noise is about on the TV screen. It is some kind of documentary about fish. I yawn quietly.
It's fortunate that Peter was smart enough to not make a move on me. It would be awkward trying to reject him. He kept his hands off my intimate places. He even looked down at his feet when I brushed past him in the kitchen. Good. This is his punishment.
Currently, his hands are resting on my back and not moving; another sign that he must be asleep.
Peter groans louder than usual and shifts under me. I grin and look up at his face. Must be some kind of dream. We stay like this for what feels like forever. Suddenly, he twitches under me. I decide to stay still and pretend to be sleeping. His hands lift up for a couple of seconds before he rests them on my back again and sighs. His breathing becomes more urgent and I know that he is awake. I keep still, knowing that he won't try to wake me if I was asleep. One of his hands starts to roam around my body until he rests it on my shoulder.
I realize that I have already forgiven him. How is it that my inner Amity is stronger than my inner Dauntless? I remember when I didn't want to be Divergent. I caused the deaths of thousands of people. Bravery is overrated. But I have to be brave. For Peter and for the soldiers. Otherwise the necklace means nothing.
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