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TRIS

I stand there, my hand clutching the letter, looking at the space once occupied by Peter. Knowing that nothing will become of it, I walk back towards the apartment, hoping that Christina was still asleep. As I near our room, I heard laughter and know that, not only Christina was awake, but both Lynn and Marlene were back from wherever they went. I put the letter in my jacket pocket and slowly open the door.

As soon as I the door opens, no noise filled the air, as if a veil of silence dropped on them. But as quick as the veil went down, it went back up again.

"Hey, where have you been?" Christina says jumping down from his bed.

"Just around. Thought I could use some fresh air" I said. Marlene rolled her eyes, and Lynn just continued what she was doing.

I jumped on my bed, not bothering to dealt with anything or anyone in the room and let myself drift of to sleep.

I haven't talked to Uriah for a while now. I didn't like it somehow. Will we be those kinds of couples that just end it there without anyone actually ending it?

When I woke up this morning, the room was empty, no note was written for me. I don't like this arrangement. I never wake up the latest, never sleep the earliest and especially never be left behind before breakfast.

My blood was boiling, at how everything changed for the past few days, at how people -friends looked at me differently just because of what happened to Uriah and me. I grunt, knowing there is not much I can actually do so I walk towards the bathroom, clean myself and decide to go directly to the tattoo parlour.

I find, that in 7:30 in the morning, I'm not the only one who decided to go to the tattoo parlour. I open the door, making the bell chime as the door passes it. Tori, who apparently didn't expect me, jumped from her seat, squinting to see clearly who was there.

"Tris, what are you doing here so early?" she asks, sitting back on her sit.

"I don't really know. I thought, this is where I should go" I said. Tori doesn't complain. She just smiles and continues, to what it seems like, reading a magazine. I shrug, go to the back room to change and go back to the counter.

No one was speaking, and I was only playing with a piece of paper in front of me. Apparently, Tori noticed that I was bored, she cut of the silence and decided to change it with a couple of intriguing, well I suppose, news.

"So, I haven't seen you and Uriah together, lately. Anything the problem?" she asks. I shrug and fix myself in the chair. She sighs.

"So, can you and Four finally be together?" she asked. I was shocked. I know Tori and Four are good friends and I wouldn't be surprised that somehow, Four told her the things he told Lauren. Whatever those were.

"Maybe in another universe, we can be together" I answer, somehow not wanting to dealt with it further.

Tori sighs. "And come on, he'll get over me soon, find prettier girls that he can be with" I add. Tori stops what she's doing and looks at me. Not that look as if she's disappointed, it doesn't even mean as if she's hurt about my answer. But someone, the look she gave me somehow showed that I was too stupid to even ask that question.

"The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Tris, he can't."

I don't say anything, I really didn't know how to answer that. How the hell can you even answer that, exactly?

Tori didn't seem to care if I will have any reaction for that, somehow, maybe, my silence was actually better than anything else and somehow, I wanted this silence too.

I refused to look for my friends for the whole day. I was still mad at them on how cliché they could judge a person. My life was a wreck now, not a total wreck. Not the wreck that could make me destroy my life, or end it. It was still a controllable wreck. The kind of wreck that can be rebuilt but will be needing a couple of hands.

Not knowing where to go, I decide to go to the club.

Somehow, I shouldn't have. Even if my life was a wreck, it wasn't enough to break my fragile heart. But just one, one thing can change it, can shatter it towards the bottom of my stomach and I didn't know, I didn't ever predict that the object, person, that can punch me right through the chest, through the heart and back again, is the person I somehow was longing to see.

As I get to the club, I saw him. Beer on one hand and the other too occupied to do something I can't even imagine what he was doing. But tons, I mean tons of girls were surrounding here. I didn't know if I should feel jealous, because Uriah was my boyfriend. But looking at him now, I can't help but think that we actually did break up, like he was having his post-breakup party, and that nobody even told me.

Then suddenly something happened.

Something I believe I shouldn't have seen.
Something that could shatter my heart into a million pieces.

As it flashed in front of my eyes, I whispered his name but I never thought it would be too loud for him to hear.

Uriah stares at me as if he couldn't believe that I was there. Just there, I know that we weren't over. His eyes still reflected hurt and hatred for himself for doing what he just did.

He stood there, evaluating himself for what had happened, trying to stand firm. But I couldn't, I couldn't act strong. I can't even feel anything anymore so I ran.

I let my feet drag me from place to place. Places where I can think, I can learn to mend my broken heart, to make it beat again inside this hollow space inside my chest.

I continue to run until I can't take it anymore. I break down, cry in the middle of Dauntless, showing no sign of being brave at all. I'm surrounded by people who can eventually kill me now. But I don't care. There's no more object that pumps blood all over my body. I am practically dead. A body without a soul. I feel as if I'm an inanimate object, my body remains alive until it can't take the pain this world is putting it through yet there's nothing inside. Just a void of sadness, feeding me from the inside slowly, carefully yet painfully painless.

"Hey," I hear his voice, passing through my ears. I feel his hands lift me from the ground. He lets me cry on his chest, soaking his shirt with tears that just continuously flow, not stopping and not intending to.

I rest my head on Four's shoulder. I've been crying all day. Why else? How would you feel if you saw your boyfriend drunk in a bar, lip-locking with another girl. At least Four was there for comfort.

His hand was over my shoulder. We weren't speaking to each other. I can't let myself to speak about what happened, about anything that happened actually.

"Tris?" he says. How he says my name is soothing, isn't it?

I mumble something but even I didn't understand it.

He strokes my cheeks, loops some strand of her over my ear. He leans closer but thing is I don't lean back. Whatever may happen, it'll happen. I feel the heat from his lips on mine but our lips were still not touching. So close. He breaths out and I feel the air tickle my upper lip. Just before our lips crash, we failed to notice a pair of footsteps coming close.

"What the hell, Tris?"

Uriah was there, standing opposite both of us. Instincts immediately told me to leap out of the sit I was seating on and stand between Uriah and Four.

I walk closer to Uriah but he stops me, putting up his arms and walking farther away. I look at Four who wasn't moving but he seemed hurt.

I was here, in the middle of a choice, in the middle of a past love and a forbidden romance. Four comes closer, I step back. Uriah, I assumed was rooted on his place waiting for whatever should happen.

And he, Four, stands in front of me, rather leaning onto me as if Uriah wasn't standing just a few feet between us, jaw still dropped. He leans closer and I was afraid he was going to kiss me in front of my boyfriend. I was biting my lip rather menacingly, it, almost bleeding. Our cheeks touch as he whispers in my ear.

"He is your first love. I intend to be your last, however long it takes"

To Be Concluded