A/N: This was the hardest chapter to write. Seriously, I thought I was going to cry while writing it. Enjoy!

In the morning, people run around like they've gone crazy. Hazily, I wonder that they have going on? Everyone murmurs that someone has died. The person jumped, they say. My curiosity gets the best of me. I move through the crowd, stopping when I hear his name: Amar.

I push people out of the way. Amar jumped? No, I just saw him last night. He's not dead. He can't be dead. There must be a mistake in identifying the person.

I continue to push through the crowd of people until I'm at the front of the crowd. There, I see the body bag. I see them zip it up to be taken away to wherever. My whole world slows down until it shatters completely.

No. This…. this isn't real. I'm in another simulation. Something… something isn't right. I stare at the blood stain on the stone floor. My Amar's blood stained the ground.

I rush forward until I am at the body bag. The men trying to take Amar away yell useless things at me. I drop to my knees, hearing nothing but muffled noise. I lay my hand on the bag, touching the bag fabric that burns my skin. I have to physically see if it's him. I carefully unzip the bag. There, in plain sight is Amar's pale face.

I choke on my own breath.

"No!" I shout. "Amar!" I lay across his body, in the bag. I allow every single tear to fall. I cry until the men pry me away and re-zip the bag. They take him away. They take the only man I ever truly loved away.

I stay on the cold stone floor. I hear people running past me. Where his name was engraved to my skin, begins to burn like fire. It burns like someone carved it with hot metal that just came out of the pit. I yell his name until my voice turns raw. I cry until I have my own puddle by my face.

Why did this have to happen? Why? Why? Why? This is my worst fear come to life. The simulation that I told myself that would never happen, is now true. It's now my reality.

I feel a hand come on my shoulder. I push it away. Someone crouches by me. They pull me into them, trying to sooth me. I hear different people trying to say different things to me. I turn into the person comforting me. Barely glancing at them, all I smell if Four.

"How can he just be gone, Four?" my voice barely croaks. My voice noticeably cracks on the word "gone".

"I don't know. I'm so sorry, Abby. I know how much you loved each other." His voice rumbles against my cheek. We move to the side of the wall.

"Excuse me." a male voice asks, "Are you, by chance, Abigail and Four?"

"Yes," Four answers. I'm afraid if I answer that I will begin crying again. So, I stay in my position on the ground, in Four's arms, nodding my head to the man.

"These were found in Amar's hands. They have your names on them." the man hands Four something. To me, he says, "I am so sorry for your loss. Amar talked about you a lot. We all knew he loved you. Even though we told him he was crazy for loving an initiate. His feelings were honest and true."

"Go away. I don't want to hear your apology. the man I love is dead. Leave me to mourn in peace." I spit at him.

Four places an envelope in my hands. I don't read it. I don't throw it away. I move closer to the wall, Four allowing me to lean my whole body against him. He reads his note. I stare at Amar's writing, my mind memorizing every stroke of the pen. When I glance at the letter in my hand, I see that my name is written beautifully. I cling to the note for dear life, not opening it quite yet. I'm not sure I want to read it. Although, I want to know what his last words were.

Why in the world would someone want to harm my Amar? My dead Amar, my mind reminds me bitterly. This is not just some simulation that I can just wake up from. I won't wake up and find him sitting in the chair, smiling at me. I won't feel his lips on mine ever again. I won't be able to marry him.

I glace at the ring wrapped around my finger. I loved him so much, now he's gone forever. I curl into Four again, continuing to cry until I can't cry anymore. Four whispers soothing words against my hair. I wipe my eyes with my fingertips.

Standing up, I quietly murmur a sort of thanks to Four, as I walk away.

I see the back of Max a few feet away. His back stands tall but he is figure is tight. I remember the feel of his lips when we played Dare and the slight look of jealousy after I kissed Max. I touch my hip, where Amar's name is engraved on my side, to my lips. I walk past Max, hoping not to be seen.

"Abby," Max's rough voice causes me to stop. He gently takes my arm. "I'm sorry, about Amar."

"Why do you care?" I spit at him. I don't know where this bitterness came from. I just don't want to be spoken to.

His eyebrows go up. "I don't. Your simulations have him in there. I had to watch a few." His hand runs down my hand. I see that he is holding my left hand. His thumb moves over my engagement ring. "Abby-?"

I pull my hand away. "You know nothing!" I yell. "The simulations show you nothing. They show you someone's deep and darkest secrets and fears, yes. But that's wrong and immoral and stupid! But-," I am inches away from his face. I drop my voice to a deadly whisper. "what do you or any other leader, care about what's right or what's wrong. It's not like it matters."

His dark eye look away from mine. I con only imagine my blue eyes looking shattered and my face looking like it's covered and stained with tear streaks. I wipe my eyes with my finger tips again. I back away from him. I don't care about the drinking or the funeral. I don't care that they're in a crumpled letter in my wet hands.

I turn away from him and run. I run as fast as my legs will carry me; wherever they carry me.

A/N: Well? Anyone else ready to cry? Cause I am. And I wrote it! PLEASE review and comment!