Hi guys, I'm finally back! So, yeah, I know, I said I'd update earlier and stuff and yeadi, yeadi, yeadi. I was lazy, tired and I had no inspiration. (Plus, obviously, I was watching the FIFA World Cup and it pretty much filled my schedule... :P) But I'm here now!

Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent, Veronica Roth does. I don't own the riddles either.

Tris' P.O.V.

It completely changed after his announcement. I fully shut myself out from the exterior world, letting myself perish slowly with my sadness. The only words I could think of would be his. My thoughts would be about him; every touch, every hug, every kiss shared with him... Did every special moment we shared together actually meant something to him? I couldn't bring myself to simply consider that how I felt towards him wasn't mutual feelings to him too, but I knew that I was wrong. If Tobias had loved me, like he had told me, would he have thrown the news of him getting accepted to Northeastern University like when he'd throw a dirty cloth in the garbage? No. No, if he had actually hoped for our relationship to continue on its happy path, he would have been as sad as I was and we would have found a solution together, as any other couple would. But instead, he left me with the trouble he caused, letting me drown with the thoughts of him invading me every second.

That summer was the most difficult period for me. Zeke and Shauna had finished high school and had decided to go to the University of Chicago together. So, they didn't get the chance to spend time with the rest of us because of all the arrangements they needed to do. Will had gone on a camping trip with his family for 2 weeks and Marlene had gone to England with her parents to visit her uncle and aunt. That left Christina, Uriah and me. Four had also left, but only to go live for the next few years in Boston to continue his studies. Well, that's what Zeke had once mentioned to the group, while we were enjoying one of our last day as a gang. But obviously, they were the only ones having fun. And they did noticed.

They asked me many times what went wrong between me and him. But when they would simply imply him, I looked away until they dropped the subject. I guessed from their questions that my ex-boyfriend hadn't told them what happened and I had no intention either. My friends assumed that something terrible had occurred between us for us to end our relationship so suddenly. Even my parents noticed that my previous happy attitude had changed to a sadder one. But, of course, they didn't have time to question me about it. Or should I say that they didn't want to manage the time to help and spend a few hours with their daughter?

Whatever distraction Chris would organize for me to clear my mind, it did not work. From shopping, to group activities, to dates, nothing could change what had been done and I felt like nothing could ever make me forget it.

My senior year came sooner than expected and it finished faster than I looked forward to. I decided to focus on my studies; I didn't want my first love to bother my education and delay me as the others continued on with their lives and I was stuck with my past. I determined my future alone, taking back control of my life. I didn't tell anyone else my plans, I kept them secret because I was certain that my friends would deter me from doing what I was going to do.

I didn't go to my prom that year, it would bring back memories and I already had enough of them, and they didn't help my mood. I kept all my feelings to myself. Some days, all that I would do is stare out my window, my eyes dazed out, probably looking foggy. The girls - Marlene, Shauna and Christina - had once asked me if I was going through depression. I thought that it was an interesting question. I had also questioned myself if I was indeed depressed. But the answer wasn't as clear as I thought it would be. So, I simply shrugged my shoulders and I mumbled as hardly audible 'no'. The last thing I wanted was them to worry about me and to have a psychologist asking me about my feelings.

The day after my high school graduation, I left.

Dear friends,

By the time you read this letter, I will be long gone, I obviously did this purposely. I know you have all been concerned about me for a little over a year. I need you to know that I am not leaving to finally ruin my life and die. No, for a long time now, I had wanted to change this life style of mine. Having turned up 18 years old, I can take fully control of my life. I want a fresh start. And I can't have that with my parents, my friends and the memories that were created here. Don't get me wrong, you guys have, and always will, a special place in my heart. But some of the moments I shared with you, Four was also present in them. You often asked me what I was thinking. I simply responded with silence. Do you know why, why I did that? Because even after all that had happened between me and him, all I could do was wish for him to back to me. I felt ashamed to have such hope when I knew it would never happen. I can't continue on living like this. I cannot let Four destroy me when he was the one to reject me. You need to know how hard and difficult it is for me to leave. Christina, Zeke, Marlene, Will, Zeke and Shauna, you all have been great to me, helping me confront the world when I was new here. But, now, it is my turn to face the reality. I know this might me quite a big shock for you, but it is what I feel is right and I hope you will respect my decision. I will continue my studies where I will go; my parents said they would help me, in money terms, for a short period of time, enough to find myself a job and be able to pay the rent for my apartment. Of course, my parents will know my address, but I made them promise to not give it to anyone. If I want this new fresh start that I have been hoping for, you visiting me or you writing me letters will not get me to that point. When I will be ready, because one day, either it's in one month or in 20 years, I will certainly come back; no one can hide long from their past.

That it all I have to say to you without breaking into tears, it breaks my heart to leave you with no proper goodbyes, but I tell myself it is all for good reasons.

Take care of yourselves and all of those you care for. And please be patient and understanding with me.

I love you all.

Tris

That was the letter I had written to my friends before I left for Canada.

I attended York University in Toronto, Ontario. That is where I met Skylar. She was sure something. I had never met someone so... self-centered. Yes, it's not the nicest thing to say about someone, but it was completely and utterly true, it was the first thing you noticed about her. But that allowed me to stop focusing on myself. She was so concentrated on herself; she didn't even bother to ask me about my past, which made things really easier for me. (But now, she changed, she paid more attention to the ones she loved.) She also made me meet her closest friends: Mike and Aden. Mike was a blond headed with light brown strands of hair and had green eyes. Back then, he was studying in Law School at York University, the same place where I was taking my classes in Fine Art. And Aden, well, he was something too, but not the bad kind. His hair was a mix of light and dark brown. But what was the most mesmerizing about him was his eyes. The pupil was surrounded by light blue lines as fireworks in the night sky. But I thought, considering his looks, he would be a somewhat jerk, but how was I wrong! For a few seconds, during our first encounter, Aden made me forget him and I couldn't remember the last time he wasn't on my mind.

And that was the start of a new relationship. Of course, I didn't tell anyone about my past; if I did, it wouldn't mean a fresh start for me, so I simplified things. I came from the U.S.A. to study in art. And I moved here because I wanted to come back to the place where I had grown up as a kid. It was as simple as that even though it wasn't all completely true.

It started out with small dates and I thought it wouldn't last long, but Aden proved me wrong. He didn't do anything wrong, like my ex, during our time dating. His eyes were only on me as if I was one of these gifts that never lost your interest in. I had never in my entire life felt so special and so well taken care of. And I guess it is why we've been together for a little less than 4 years. And I assume that is also why when he proposed to me, a few days after our graduation from university, I accepted his marriage demand without a second of hesitation. All I felt for the past years was happiness and I couldn't be more grateful for such a perfect fresh start. But sometimes, my heart couldn't help the ache I felt when I thought about my friends back in Chicago, I missed them so much… And also - I felt ashamed to even think about it considering I was with Aden – I kept having thoughts of Tobias. Because no matter how much my fiancé or any other boy would try, no one will be able to make me feel how I felt when Four was my boyfriend, it's just indescribable. But I can't do anything about it now anyway, perfect love doesn't exist in reality. What Aden has to offer is simply perfect for me and all I wish for is to have a happy life with him.

Those are my thoughts as I sat on the hood of car, my back pressed against on my red Audi's front glass. I leaned my head backwards, lifting it to see the stars. The night sky wasn't pitch black as it was the previous nights. Now, it was purplish with a blend of navy blue. Without the city lights, everything was more clear and beautiful. I sighed and closed my eyes, taking in the pure air. The lake in front of me stayed calm and so did its habitants, letting me rest in peace for a moment. I opened my eyes and, not even a second later, and saw a shooting star trace the number 4. But after a few blinks, I didn't see the shooting star or the number and I told myself that I must have imagined it. I didn't get a lot of sleep lately which is probably causing the hallucinations. And thinking about Tobias wasn't helping either.

I got up and decided to leave; Aden was going to worry. I took my seat in the car and put the car's gear in reverse as I backed out of The Night Sky, as I had named it. As I was about to turn right ways to get on the main road, I glanced back at the lake where the ducks had landed, heads in the water, trying to catch fishes with their beak. Happiness doesn't last forever for everyone...

This chapter might have been boring because there's no dialogue, but you've learn about what happened to Tris after Tobias said that he was going to Northeastern University. Thank you to Spazztasticalfangirling, Udementium, dancingnarwhal, FandomFreak1, Guest, jabc4, gotchris, Guest, Guest, Amazing Person, mangere275, Divergent1315, Guest, Divergentshadowhunter4, Jas, Robin101xoxo, Guest, human, Guest May29 and Guest for reviewing. (I really liked the reaction most of you had :P)

For last chapter's riddle, the answer is wholesome. Bravo to those who got it and also, most importantly, those who tried and participated. This chapter, there will not be a riddle because I am running out of them and the ones I found on the Internet aren't that great and some of you are getting the answer really easily... So, when I'll find a good riddle, I'll write it down and it will be in a chapter.

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(P.S.: This Is What Life Is has reached over 105 000 views! How cool is that! (I know, I know. Some of you already know that because you also read The Strength Of True Love, but I'm just telling it to those who don't read it so that I can share my happiness with everyone!))

Until next time!

MeTwoCat