*I do not own Divergent or any of its character. Thank Veronica Roth for those.

A review just suggested to listen to Chasing cars while reading. I agree completely!

I still don't know how to accept this.

I always thought Caleb never cared about me. I guess I was wrong.

The house in front of me is a large red bricked home. A large yard, porch, flowers, and ivy linens stone. A black metal fence surrounds the yard, leading to the large entrance. The door creaks as I slide it open.

A cobble stone pathway leads to the small porch. The black porch has a swing on the edge with a rocking chair.

My hands fumble for the key in my pocket. Part of me thinks this is a cruel joke.

That Caleb was just messing with me. That he never got this house.

Slowly sliding the key in the socket it clicks. I turn the key and the door open. My breath hitches as I open the door.

The dark wood shines as I turn the switch. Out of old habit I slide my shoes off. Feeling the grooves in the wood, while looking at the gray walls. The banister I used to slide down and get yelled at for sliding down.

My feet turn right into the dinning room. The walls are still the same cream and the crystal chandelier still hangs.

Out of the corner of my eye I see the kitchen. By stepping in I can practically smell cookies. White Chocolate Chip. Our favorite.

It's the same as always. White cabinets with lilac walls. I can still picture the lavender growing in a pot outside the kitchen window.

The pantry doors hang open. Empty; but it is a first. Shelfs stacked high, used to be filled with all baking materials.

Without even thinking I run and slide into the living room. Now open I slide back and forth and laugh. Before a rug filled this space with a large couch, paintings, tables, and a games table.

I get so excited that I run down to the basement. The plush carpet fills my toes with delight. I run from corner to corner full of laughter!

I can't believe this is real!

I peek into the bathroom and the half kitchen. Everything looks the same! Nothing is changed! It's perfect! Both guest rooms still sit down here.

The stairs creek, in the same spots as they used to, when I run up them.

I forgot the four seasons room!

When I open the door the smell of lilac fills my nose. This room was her favorite spot. I love this room; it's just like her.

The crisp air hits me as I open the door. The smell of lilac intensifies and my senses hitch. I take a deep breath and soak it all in.

The lilac trees edge the back of the yard. Two bushes sit by the door step.

The small circular patio spirals. A hot rubs sits on the edge. I can't believe its still there!

The grass sways in the wind as the swing does. It hangs from a tall oak. A ladder is imprinted in the oak tree. Leading to a platform at the top of the tree.

Where we used to watch the stars.

Thinking about her brings me upstairs. My feet intertwine with the dark wood steps. The hall way seems bare. I imagine it full of pictures, like before.

The first room is a simple white. It used to be filled with blue furniture and science magazines.

The second room is a light green. This room had a crib for most of the time. Then a extra bed was placed here for guests.

The third room is gray. Simplicity at its finest. The room still feels like her.

Now I reach the end of the hallway. A closet door is here.

I open the door to the shelfs. Pushing the right side the shelf slides in. Revealing a hidden bedroom.

The walls are the same color as my bow. Blue. The ceiling is white; as well as the edges of the room.

This room used to be filled with dolls, dresses, hats, games, and art supplies. The walls exhibited a new picture each week. From finger painting to ceramic plates.

Even seeing this room brings a smile to me. Each memories plays in my head. Over and over.

I have my house back again.

I pull out my phone as tears fill my eyes.

"Caleb."

"Bea."

"It's perfect."

"One Prior should still live in it."

"Before I thought you hated.."

"Bea. You just are so much like her. I could never hate you."

"I love you."

"I love you too. Despite what his actions are dad still loves you too."

"Caleb.."

"He won't bother you anymore though. You can come over here and talk to him. Otherwise he won't step foot in that house."

"She would have liked this."

"I know. She would have wanted for you to have our house."

"Thank you for this Caleb."

"Anything Bea."

"Always?"

"Always."

* Sorry for not posting this. Or posting a longer chapter. I have a lot of stuff to get done. School just started and all my AP and hard honors classes are this semester. I also have the school play, choir, musicals, singing competitions, and Girl Scout stuff. So I am busy.

To be honest I have major writers block for this story. This idea just popped in my head luckily. Otherwise she would have gotten a boring house. Now she has her old home!

SO PLEASE SEND ME SOME IDEAS! I will give more updates if you do!

Blondesdoitbest: GET AN ACCOUNT! Seriously! So I can message you, not threw my stories!

Also I am not giving out information about if I have an Instagram. No one besides myself knows I have this account or even read these. So I can't have my cover blown.

I believe that is it. I will try to give another post tomorrow. Sorry if it doesn't make it.

Love you all! Always Darlings! *MT