It has been two years since the last time I jumped on a train; I had forgotten the thrill of it all. The air in my hair, the cool air on my skin it is all perfect till I remember being with her. Tris. My love; the train rides were always better with her. Her small petit body I felt I had to protect, her beautiful blond hair, and of course her fierce eyes and gorgeous smile. Man did I miss that smile. Her lips against mine in harmony, but now it is just a horrible longing memory.
The sun is setting in the fall. It looks like the colors of the old amity faction. Oranges, reds and pinks. Tris would have said it looked to pretty and creepy. The marsh with the zip line, I can remember watching my best friend slide down and allow the stiff to join them. She showed power and beauty from the way she slides down the zip line. I had watched from a distance and admired her bravery. The girl who seemed to try too hard to fit in.
Oh, and there was the Ferris wheel! The day she pushed me to fight one of my greatest fears. The agility in her movement as she climbed up that freeking tall thing. Wow! Was she crazy! I was terrified but didn`t want to show it but, somehow she could still tell. Her bravery and leader ship won us that game of capture the flag for us. Not only that but she gave up the chance to grab the flag to a team mate to show true team work, the true definition of dauntless not the new image Eric had given for the rest of the factions.
Ah. I must be nearing the end of my ride because I was at the dauntless faction building. I remember when she, the "stiff" jumped down first. I could tell she liked me by the way her pupils dilated the moment she saw me. She was different and stood out like a sore thumb. I had found her annoying and much too determined. After a while she grew on me and her divergence was obvious to me. She was braver then most stiffs and even braver then I was; the first to jump, a stiff and her size she was one to talk about for that night.
My day dreaming goes on for what seems for forever. Until I feel the train slowing and see the city limits. Instead of waiting I decide to jump, the thrill rushes through my blood and pulls me forward, all I know is I want to run. As I look back I see the train stopping and people starring. No one has jumped from the train in years. Suddenly I am slowing down at the edge of Chicago and am heading out of the city. There is a shadowed figure waiting for me.