I'm not one for shout outs, but thanks to HeyIt'sTori and divergent178921312. Yall helped encourage me to finish it, because, to be honest, I didn't think anyone was actually reading this. So, thanks. Okay, on to the story!
I run.
I run to feel the breeze against my skin. I run to feel the wind in my hair. I run to hear my dress snap in the wind. I run to hear my old Dauntless boots hit the ground.
I run until I come to the truck station where there are Dauntless watching the night shift Amity unload the empty boxes for day shift Amity to fill. I slow down until I'm walking. My breathing comes in deep breaths.
I haven't ran in forever, I think to myself. And here I am, running as if I could run a marathon
Deciding that I should be careful, I sneak around the front of the truck to climb aboard. I never came here, when I worked in the feild. I was always afraid someone wouls recognize me. Still, I know what goes on inside the trucks, which is why I hide against the edge.
When the truck starts moving, I turn to face backwards. The truck begins to move quickly to the fence. The wind slaps, my face, throws my hair in front of my face, and snaps my dress.
It's better than running.
Finally, the truck begins to slow. I pull my body back inside the truck and wait for the truck to pass through the fense.
I take a deep breath while the truck slowed to a stop. After it stops, the driver cuts off the engine. It is either time for a nap or a short break.
Quickly, I jump out of truck and start running again. A train whistle catches my attention. The train. I push myself to run harder, run faster. I near one of the train carts. Reaching up, I pull myself onto the train.
Once I'm on the train, the whistle blows again and begins to pick up speed. I grab the handrail. Leaning outside, the wind catches my face, my hair, and snaps my dress. It's better than running. It's better than riding a truck. It's better.
Looking out, I see my first home. Erudite, with its blinding white light and blue buildings. The faction passes in a blur. Next, I pass Candor. I spot the Abnegation faction, passing in a gray blurr, as well. Then, the train starts climbing.
I get back into the train and back up to the back of the cart. The building comes into view. I take a deep breath then I run. My legs push me until I reach the end of the train and I jump. My heart pounds as I fly through the air. My body hits the top of the building and I roll.
A groan escapes from my mouth. I forgot the pain this caused, but I made it. I laugh as I stand up to dust off my dress.
Getting in the compound is my favorite part. I walk to the edge of the building. Climbing up the side, I don't think as I turn around and fall backwards. I keep falling until my body collides with the net.
I sigh as I look up at the hole in the ceiling. The erri darkness of my home doesn't scare me. Instead, it protects me.
I climb off the net and allow my feet to carry me through the compound. My mind becomes distressed when I think of the possibilities of what could happen from my coming back, even for a night.
What if Eric finds me? What if someone finds me and takes me to Eric or Max?
I take deep breath as I arrive at a door. I press my ear to the cool metal, listening for whoever is inside. When I don't hear anything, I open the door.
My eyes land on a sleeping man. He mumbles something that I can't understand. When I creep closer, I see who the man is: Max.
I give him a small smile. Slowly, I go to his bed. His slumbering face is so peaceful. His dark skin now looking rinkled. Should I wake him up?
Suddenly, he rolls over and wakes up. Crap!
"Who are you?" He growls.
A sad smile appears on my face as I reach out to touch his face. "Haven't changed a bit, have you Max?"
He gasps as he grabs my hand. "A-Abby?" He whispers in awe. "T-This is a dream. A cruel, cruel dream. Isn't it?"
Lie.
I sit on the bed beside him and nod my head. "Sadly it is a dream."
I see the heartbreak on his face. He sits up, still starring at me. His dark face has gotten old. My poor Max. What has time done to you?
He pulls me into his arms. He takes in a deep breath. "I don't care if this is a dream. Oh, Abby, I have missed you so much."
Max takes me by the shoulders and looks at me. Slowky, I realize what he wants. At the same time, we lean in. When our lips brush, I realize how much he missed me.
We kiss for a few moments. I can't help but feel something in his kiss. Still, he isn't Amar.
I push away from him. "Max," I whisper while I gasp for air. "I have to go."
Max's body tightens. "No. Stay. Please stay with me. Please."
My stomach tightens. I can't stay with him. I pull away from him, slowly. I back away from the bed into a dark corner, waiting for him to go back to sleep. The last I see of him, is when he cries himself to sleep
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