A/N: Just wanna say to y'all, I am so sorry for not updating sooner. Life is a bit crazy with COVID, my schedule, and getting ready for high school (still unbelievably anxious). I'll be quicker to update once I get settled into a routine for the school year, but schoolwork and staying healthy are my top priorities, followed by another writing project (secret for right now) and reading. I hope you all understand and I will try to update as regularly as possible. Thanks and enjoy the chapter! Oh, and this starts with the twenty-first poem out of thirty-nine in the original version. So, I don't think this will have a whole lot of chapters left. Never know, though. Now we can begin.

Tris and I are walking back to the dorm room when Tris stopped. "What's wrong?" I ask, spinning around to face her.

"Do you hear that?" I stop and listen too. Muffled voices seem to be echoing along the hallway. I face Tris before she takes off running and I follow. As we run, the voices get louder and louder. But we don't make it to the source when Tris stops. I come up around her to see that we're at the entrance to the chasm. And over the bridge is the majority of the Dauntless.

We quickly walk down, careful not to slip, just as they haul something over. Everyone who can see gasp in surprise. I gently push myself into view. To find something pale and undeniably cold. Al. Dead. "Grace, what is it?"

"Tris, let's go back. The Dauntless need to handle this without us." She doesn't listen to me. She pushes past me and sees him before running back to the dorm room. I take one last glance at Al before chasing her.

I enter and find her sitting on her bed, tears silently falling down her face. "I don't know how to feel about this," she says after a moment. I take a breath and go to sit next to her. "I don't know whether or not he got what he deserved or if it was too much."

I think for a moment. "I understand," I finally say. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Tris look up at me. "On one hand, I'm slightly glad, and it's gross and weird, but he hurt you badly. But on the other hand, I helped cause it."

"You had nothing to do with it," Tris says. "It was all me. I made him mad. Mad enough for him to attack me. I turned him down."

"But I hurt him worse than he did to you." I cut her off efficiently. "I heard something going on in the chasm that night. I ran to get Four. I knew that I couldn't take on all three of them and save you by myself. I didn't know who I was fighting, just that I was fighting one of them. When I saw Al's injuries, I knew that it was him I beat up. Tris, I had a part in it. We all did. But I helped provoke it, show him that he can't take me down, a small little girl who couldn't defend herself before."

"What are you talking about? What do you mean by 'who couldn't defend herself before'? What happened?"

I realize my mistake then. I slipped up. "What happened?" she repeats.

But I'm saved from answering when Christina comes in. "Al's funeral is being held," she says. "I thought you'd like to know. It's down in the chasm." I nod and she leaves.

"Come on. Let's go." We both head down. The funeral starts just as we enter. Eric gives a giant speech about how taking on death and causing it upon himself was a brave thing to do. I scoff at his answer. I still blame myself, but suicide wasn't the answer. Attacking Tris wasn't the answer. Facing his problem head-on instead of trying to find a way around it is brave. That was cowardice.

Why is everyone trying to make it seem like this is something that it's not? Why can't it just be what it is: a cowardly way to get away from his problems? That's what it is and that's how it will remain. He chose Dauntless and he was sweet and nice. He should've gone into Amity. It would've saved his life and all of us the hurt that he left when he breathed his last.

Maybe someone else will realize it and not continue as he did. Besides, the bravest thing to do is to live life.