Alright guys. I just read this and it was so absolutely horrible. Please don't ever judge me, I had no idea what I was writing when I wrote it. Anyone can finish the story if they want-let me know, I wanna read it, I'm gonna re-write it at some point, but for now, Slipping has, well, slipped through my grasp and into the abyss of failure. If you want to read more of me, check out my account on AO3, lamebutsecretelyawesomenerd. Also, check out my good friend, Ally646 on that account. I am also co-writing a story called The One That Got Away, but she kinda stopped updating it. Oh well. Anyways, thank you to all of you, I love you guys. And you are my hedgehogs. Love hearts.
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The final chapter:
Uriah POV:
He was a great friend. I hadn't known him for long. And I'm pretty sure he thought I was annoying as shit, but I still liked him. He was a secretive guy. And I'm pretty sure the dude isn't happy to leave, either. I'm gonna miss him.
Zeke POV:
I'm gonna miss him more than everyone else. Except maybe Tris. They seemed to have something fishy going on. I wish he could have stayed. I would have liked to see the end of the love story. The story of Four and Tris. Of Fourtris. FourTris. Mind=blown.
Christina POV:
I wish I had been a little more welcoming. I find that I don't trust people enough. But I'm gonna miss him. I hope he remembers us.
Will POV:
I didn't really know him as well as Zeke, but he seemed pretty awesome. And smart. i liked him. He was a nice companion. I hope he ends up in a place that maybe isn't so strange. Or maybe he'll find he doesn't like it there and come back soon. Yeah, I hope that's what happens.
Marlene POV:
He was nice. And quiet. Quiet people are great, they let me talk even more. I hope he likes wherever he is now.
Lynn POV:
yeah, he was a nice little fucker. I'll miss him. And I don't say that about a lot of people.
Shauna POV:
it's funny how fast someone can become like a brother. I barely knew him, and now, even though he's gone, I still think of him like that, I enjoy the safety of a brother.
Tris:
He told me. He promised he would see me again. And he did. He came back for me. That's one thing I didn't remember until now. That he promised me he would come back. I had blocked it from my mind. Remembering was too painful.
He had given me something before going. Before going for the last time. He gave me a rock. But not just any rock. He had given me our rock.
And we fit together perfectly. But once again, I found him slipping from me. Slipping through my fingers.
But as he got into that taxi to the airport, I knew. I knew that he was once again just out of reach. And as I watched him drive away in the taxi to the airport, he slipped farther and farther away.
I can't explain how much this story has helped me. I mean, just the fact that I still do happy dances every time someone views the story is huge. I never thought I was a good writer. I never thought I was even decent. But you guys motivated me so much, I am writing a story that has over thirty chapters! I love writing now. And I can't express my gratitude. I love you guys more than you will ever know. And here is my final chapter for now. I will be back. Soon.
-JelloCello
