IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi guys, sorry for the long wait, but here I am now. That's what's important now, right?! Anyways, last chapter I asked why I didn't get a lot of views for chapter 2 and 3. But a lot of you misunderstood and thought I was talking about the number of reviews I got. Again, I am COMPLETELY pleased with the number of reviews I get. But I guess it's my fault, I probably didn't explain myself clearly. But yeah, here are the number of views I got for the fast chapters:

• Chapter 1: 1437 views

• Chapter 2: 439 views

• Chapter 3: 360 views

So, as you can see, there is a big difference between chapter 1 and 2. I was just asking why. But anyways, a couple of you have been saying that you want your favorite story back (not my words), that this story is getting sad and other stuffs. But you need to know that you will NOT be disappointed with this story. I just wanted my story to be different from the others, for it to be original. So, please be patient and continue reading even if the past and the following chapters will be sad. It all had a purpose!

Sorry for the long author's note. Here's your chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent, Veronica Roth does.

Tris' P.O.V.

Slowly, I felt my eyelids flutter open, but I closed my eyes back almost instantly because of the bright light.

"Hey honey, how are you feeling?"

Someone slid their hand in mine.

"I'm fine, Sky." I whispered.

I opened my eyes once more and I blinked at couple of time to adjust myself to the spotlights. I looked around and saw a large, big, white room, I was in a hospital room. Skylar must have brought me here, after my incidence.

"You can't possibly be fine when you just fainted. You could have hit your head severally, you know." She informed me.

That was when I saw it, as she was seated on the chair beside my bed. Her eyes were puffy and red and they were filling up again with tears. I sat up on the bed and, ignoring the pounding headache I was filling, I wrapped my arms around her and let her lean against me.

"I'm fine, Sky." I repeated.

"I was so worried for you. When I found you on the balcony floor, I did not know what to think or do... You were just lying there..." She told me.

I could feel her whimpering against my shoulder as the tears ran down her face.

"For a pretty big moment, I really thought that I might lose you..." She hiccupped sadly while crying.

"Don't be silly. Everything is alright. I'm alright, you're alright, and that's what is important now." I said her, pulling away from our hug.

"And I won't be leaving you so soon, you're stuck with me for a while." I added, trying to lighten the mood.

"Hopefully, you'll stink up to your promise, even after you know what happened..." My best friend whispered softly, so soft that I did not know if she had really said that or if I had imagined it all.

Before none of us could reply, we heard a knock on the room door.

"Enter." I yelled loudly, to be heard through the door.

A tall and slender woman came in the room, wearing a white doctor coat. On it was her name tag, it was written: Amélie Archambeault.

"I see that you have awaken, Ms. Prior. How are you feeling?" She asked me, her voice ticked with a French accent.

"Hum, well, considering I just fainted." I replied.

She noted my answer on her papers.

"Good to hear. Now, let me do the regular check-up." She told me.

She verified the constant rhythm of my heartbeats, inspect to see if I had any other problems.

"You do not have anything to worry about. You should really count yourself lucky. We had tests ran to see the damages of your fall on your brain, but there was none." She said, writing her notes on her sheets. "You need to be more careful."

"I am assuming the fainting was brought up because of a large amount of stress or hyperventilation. Though, my conscious tells me to go with the first explanation. Your friend here has told me that you did not have any heart problems in your past and, after running a few exams and going through your file, we knew it was true. Also, she told me that you do not have any eating disorders and any other things that could essentially lead to a temporary blackout. And, stress could lead to hyperventilate." She continued guessing.

"I did not do so." I simply informed her.

"Whatever it is that is bothering you, it needs to find a term. The human body has its limits and, from one person to another, it changes. Your body was just signaled you that you will reach it soon if this doesn't stop. It is not safe for either your physical and mental health. What I suggest is for you to lay down and relax. Then, think about your problems. Ask for help from the people that surrounds you, expressing your feeling always helps. You can always consult a professional if you feel the need to talk to an expert."

She slid a small business shaped card in my hand and murmured to me.

"Just consider it." She left the room swiftly, before I could examine the card.

Christine Bélanger

Professional Psychologist

The idea was tempting. Just to have someone else help me with my problems, so I wouldn't be alone anymore. But I didn't want help, I knew I could do this somehow on my own, no matter how much time it would take. This could be considered dumb, but, to me, needing assistance meant that I was not mature and 'talented' enough to solve the issues my break with my ex-boyfriend brought to me, 5 years later. (Author's note: Getting help from any sorts of professionals does not mean that you are immature. On the contrary, it means that you recognize your problems and that you want to solve them, that's what being mature means. I just needed a reason to why Tris would not go get aid from an expert.) I would not let myself get defeated so easily, I will not go down without a fight.

I leaned against the soft fabric of the couch I was seated on, taking small sips of my green tea.

Skylar and I had come back from the hospital, where I had checked myself out and paid my stay, 30 minutes ago. It is quite surprising the reaction that someone has after you lose conscious. My best friend has been, literally, to my best care from the moment I stepped out of my hospital room. When we got in the cab to come back to the hotel, when we had to take the elevator, she even insisted to be in my room as I changed in more comfortable clothes. But thankfully, I told her she was going overboard. But she kept on asking me how I was doing every minute. After doing all that was necessary for me to be at ease, she went to switch clothes and to get herself a cap of pure black coffee. That would certainly not be my choice. Then, Sky came to sit beside me, her legs pulled under her.

I side-glanced at her, as subtly as possible, and I saw her watching me carefully. My attention returned to my mug with the spotted ladybug dots. I really, really, didn't want to be the one initiating the conversation that I knew that sooner or later, I would have to have tall with my friend. Though, I would prefer later than sooner.

"Well, I have been waiting for about an hour or so to know this..." She started.

I truly looked at her this time. I knew I could trust her, there was no doubt there. But I just didn't know if I wanted to relive those years, that year in particular. But she deserved to know and I needed someone else support to get through this alive.

"Right! So, the guy we met yesterday..." I began, but soon to be cut out by Sky's interrogative glare. "The guy you said was hot."

"Oh, that guy!" She replied while nodding.

"Yeah, he was, and still is, my first love and, from where I am now, you can assume that it ended pretty badly." I sighed, remembering those times.

"You know what?! I might as well start the story from the very beginning. When I was 16 years old..."

I ran through my luggage, throwing my clean clothes on the floor, on the bed...

It has to be somewhere here...

I thought to myself.

Telling my story, the story that defines me and made the person I am now, to my best friend made me realize a few things, things I could now quite put in words. They were more sensations and feelings than anything else.

I ran through my stuff, desperate to find what I was searching for, until I found it. I walked towards the big and large window, letting the light of the sunset brighten the photo in my hand. It was a photo that I had cherished for the past 5 years, gazing it form times to times. It was the picture taken by my parents before we went to prom, Tobias and I. I ran my thumb over his face and smiled sadly. We looked so happy, the total opposite of how I felt now. We seemed in loved... seemed. I was in love, but, from what had happened, I knew that the feelings weren't mutual to Tobias. I still don't understand why we broke so suddenly. I keep trying to find a coherent reason for him to let me down, but I knew I was just fooling myself. I was wasting my time. But I keep thinking of where I would be, who I would be, if we had stayed together. Would I still be living in the U.S.? Would we be engaged? Married even? Have kids with this man who was my first love? Get old with him and die happily ever after with him by my side? I guess I'll never know and that I will never get a chance to figure it out. But I can't help myself, a girl can always dream and I always will...

Sorry for the length of this chapter, I do my best to make it longer without spoiling anything. Someone mentioned that my update schedule was not like it used to. You need to understand that I try my best to update as soon as possible, but with school, friends, books and other things, time isn't the thing I have a lot. Mostly now that the end of school year is approaching, my final exams are coming. But I do try to update at least once a week. I would like to thank the following people for reviewing: Divergent1315, melC92, deb025, Fourtris21, rdcdancer, Guest, FandomFreak1, gotchris, crazy-pomegranate, fourtris4, Guest, Guest, 5FightingFactions, IsThisARealFanOfDivergentYES, Guest, wellthen44, dancingnarwhal, Guest, jabc4, Amazing person, Guest, Guest, MaximilianoSky and Guest. BTW, all of your questions referring to the story will be answered later on.

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