Chapter 38: Super short sorry guys! Your support is amazing thank you guys so much!
Tris almost told Four to do it. To just end it right there and then, slit her throat and end her misery. But right now, the knife was in Four's hands. The ball was in his court.
Right now, Four was dangerous. No shit, there was a knife in his hand, but what scared Tris was that there wasn't even the slightest tremble in Four's fingertips. His hand was perfectly steady, fingers wrapped tightly around the handle.
They faced each other for what felt like years, daring the other to make a bold move, but nothing happened. The air was stagnant as neither resumed breathing. In a fluid flash of movement, Four's arm whipped back, snapping forward as he flung the knife through the air. Tris watched with wide eyes as the knife lodged itself above one of the cots lining the opposite side of the room. Four straightened his clothes and left swiftly, a long since forgotten sweatshirt, the only indicator of his presence, still in a heap on the ground.
Tris blinked slowly. Her eyes drifted from the slammed door to the knife, then back to the door. She reached her hand up to her neck, feeling an indent in her skin. She laughed quietly, slowly turning her laughter from a small chuckle to the point where her stomach was twisting.
Her lungs burned, her ribs aching as they held her soul in before she exploded completely.
A boy, the boy, had just held a knife to her neck. A boy, the boy, had just spoken. A silent boy, the silent boy, had spoken.