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Tobias POV
When I wake up, a bright light is in my face and I am lying in a hospital bed. I can't move my body and sit up. I try to lift my head to see everything around me, but I can only move my eyes. Someone touches my arm, and when I move my eyes to the direction of the feeling, I see a very sad Tris.
She has her eyebrows crunched into a fine line and her lips are straight and cold. He stare is burning a hole into my soul, and it hurts. I want to hold her hand and tell her how sorry I am for everything that I did. She loved Kia, and killing him ruined my chance of ever being with her, and I realize that now. I have completely and utterly ruined everything. I try to force words out of my mouth, but nothing comes out. I can't even get my lips to part. My whole body is numb, and for a moment, I think I'm dead. Am I just lying here with my eyes open? No.
"Tobias, I don't think I will ever forgive you. Kai is dead. I think he could've been the one! Tobias… I know you are under medication and cannot talk or move, so just listen." She moves really close to my ear and whispers six piercing words.
"I love him. I hate you," and with that I close my eyes and try to fall back asleep.
Tris POV
When I get back home from the hospital, I go to my bedroom and sit at my desk and begin to write to both Kai and Tobias. I write everything I am feeling in dark, black ink that bleeds through the page and onto the wood. I don't care. When I am done, I seal them in envelopes and set them in the drawer in my desk. I don't think I will ever take these out again.
I climb into bed and turn on my music.
Long handwritten note deep in your pocket
Words, how little they mean when you're a little too late
I stood right by the tracks, your face in a locket
Good girls, hopeful they'll be and long they will wait
We had a beautiful magic love there
What a sad beautiful tragic love affair
In dreams I meet you in warm conversation
We both wake in lonely beds in different cities
And time is taking its sweet time erasing you
And you've got your demons, and, darling, they all look like me
'Cause we had a beautiful magic love there
What a sad beautiful tragic love affair
Distance, timing, breakdown, fighting
Silence, this train runs off its tracks
Kiss me, try to fix it, could you just try to listen?
Hang up, give up, for the life of us we can't get back
A beautiful magic love there
What a sad beautiful tragic, beautiful tragic, beautiful
What we had – a beautiful magic love there
What a sad beautiful tragic love affair
We had a beautiful magic love there
What a sad beautiful tragic love affair
A single tear falls down my face, but I quickly wipe it away and walk out of my bedroom and into the kitchen where my brother has laid out some food. I sit and eat as quietly as possible before I return to my bedroom, but Caleb stops me by grabbing my arm as I walk up the stairs.
"Tris, I am sending you to a specialist on depression," he says with his voice full of sorrow. I look at him with a blank stare. I can't say anything.
"She lives in Los Angeles." I slide down the stairs until I face him.
"Why… would… you… do… that?" I say keeping my teeth clenched.
He hands me the plane tickets and I walk up to my bedroom and slam the door shut. I'm not leaving Chicago. I am NOT going to leave Kai. I climb under my covers and read some quotes that I have saved to my phone.
"Congratulations! You're not perfect! It's ridiculous to want to be perfect anyway. But then, everybody's ridiculous sometimes, except perfect people. You know what perfect is? Perfect is not eating or drinking or talking or moving a muscle or making even the teensiest mistake. Perfect is never doing anything wrong – which means never doing anything at all. Perfect is boring! So you're not perfect! Wonderful! Have fun! Eat things that give you bad breath! Trip over your own shoelaces! Laugh! Let somebody else laugh at you! Perfect people never do any of those things. All they do is sit around and sip weak tea and think about how perfect they are. But they're really not one-hundred-percent perfect anyway. You should see them when they get the hiccups! Phooey! Who needs 'em? You can drink pickle juice and imitate gorillas and do silly dances and sing stupid songs and wear funny hats and be as imperfect as you please and still be a good person. Good people are hard to find nowadays. And they're a lot more fun than perfect people any day of the week."
I close my eyes and begin to drift, but I immediately jolt and look at the clock. It is ten am, August 20. I am still with Tobias.
IT WAS ALL A DREAM! YAY WINNERS! Congrats to those who figured it out! I will still have Kai in the story, so let's just figure this out and see how it rolls!
The song is Sad Beautiful Tragic by Taylor Swift
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-KAY
