Quiet.
It was these moment Tris treasured above all others.
It was late; so late she estimated she only had a few hours before first the sunlight. She was lying down on the ground with her legs dangling over the chasm's ledge, the metal bar of the railing between her knees. She could feel the mist from the rushing waters settling against her skin.
She was alone; Tobias had work to do for the new initiates, Christina avoided her at all costs unless it was something public, Caleb was… somewhere, she couldn't remember exactly where.
Tori was at the shop, working late on something so she could have a free-day tomorrow. Tris was meeting her for lunch to go over wedding details, seeing as Tori was her maid of honour and all. Uriah had gone back to the apartment building after dinner was over.
It was quiet; the only thing she could hear was the white noise from the rushing waters of the chasm. It was peaceful. She liked it.
There was no Tobias trying to keep her grounded, focused. There was no Christina, sending her barely hidden glares behind her smiles. There was no Uriah, who couldn't hide a sympatric look if his life depended on it. There was no Tori, who was so good at not noticing things she could still smile like everything was all right.
There was just Tris.
Tris and her ghosts.
That was why she typically avoided silence like this; it let her drift. It let her bring back memories she usual didn't want to remember. Stuff she locked away.
But she also found silence like this was also kind of therapeutic, the war had made her a good thinker and she found that she liked to get herself lost in her thoughts and memories sometimes, it kept her from drowning in them latter on.
So, in the safety of her own mind, in the peace of the dark quiet that had descended over the Dauntless HQ, Tris let her mind take her far away. Let it take her to Abnegation before the Slaughter, let it take her back to Al's death. Let it take her through everything.
And when the quiet ended and Tris woke with tears on her lashes, she'd find herself unsure of why there was dread in her stomach:
Was it because the quiet had ended, or because she knew it would start up again?
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