As soon as she notices me she stands up and drops she cigar on the ground.

"Peter." She whispers, covering her mouth with her hand. I look at her with wide eyes. I could not speak.

Tris squeezed my hand. I bit my lip until it bleeds.

"Hey." She said, awkwardly scratching her arm.

She looked a mess.

Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail; a tight one. Her clothes had multiple holes in them, along with soot marks. She looked as if she could pass out any second. I frowned at her. I didn't remember seeing her this way.

I finally respond to her. "Hey." I said, clutching Tris's hand out of anger.

Tris looked at me. "Are you okay?"

I nodded and pecked her the mouth.

Winter grimaced at Tris. "Haven't I seen you before?"

Tris nodded. "When I was in Abnegation, you were one of the Factionless that I fed."

Winter was Factionless? I looked at her again. Her clothes suited her status. They made sense now.

Winter looked at me. "You're dating a Stiff?" She said, a look of disbelief in her eyes.

Tris looked offended.

"Don't call her that. She's Dauntless." I said. "I could be dating a Factionless." I continued, sucking the blood from my lip.

Winter frowned. She knew what I meant.

I didn't feel bad for her. I've known more pain than her for years. Even if I wasn't Factionless.

She gave me a look. "You guys transferred?" She asked, oblivious to the fact that we both wore all black outfits.

"No. She's still Abnegation, and I'm still Candor." I said sarcastically, squinting my eyes at her.

Tris looked up at me. "Be nice." She tells me.

I shake my head.

I don't want to be nice. I don't want to calm down. I had to much hatred for her. I want her to feel pain, hurt. And I don't hesitate when saying another statement.

"Don't speak to me again, you coward."

With that, I grab my girlfriend's hand, and we enter the cafe together.

Winter's POV. WHAT A CHANGE RIGHT?!

As soon as he left, I felt a pang in my chest.

He didn't want me.

I shouldn't be surprised, I did cheat on him.

Does that make me a bad person? For experiencing different feelings for other people at the time?

Maybe it does. Maybe I should regret the choice I made. Be upset at myself for hurting him.

I do, honestly.

And I don't mind searching for another, it's just...seeing him with another girl.

I moved on. Years ago.

But so did he.

I wasn't used to him, not missing me. He seemed as if he hated me, even. Another pang hit me.

I didn't want to believe that he found someone new.

Tears sprang into my eyes.

What am I thinking? I have a lover already. I should be grateful. I wouldn't want to make the mistake of cheating again.

Then again, look where my current boyfriend got me.

Factionless and a druggie.

I let the tears fall.

Oh god, I'm awful person.

I shook my head. I really am. I really am.

I got up and sprinted away from the store, to the Factionless sector. I cried on the way there.

"I love you."

I hear Peter's voice in my head.

Yeah right.

He didn't know what the hell love was anymore. He was dating a Stiff. The tears came faster.

I was almost there. I ran faster.

I was close. So close.

Until I fell. When I did, I didn't want to get up. I let the tears spill over my cheeks. I wanted to get up, my feet were working fine, my mind however told me to stay. I cried until my head hurt.

"Winter!" Someone called out. It was Micheal.

"Oh my goodness! Are you okay?" He asked, lifting me up.

I shook my head. I wasn't okay. I wasn't.

He kissed me and wiped my tears away. "It's okay, I'm here. I'm here for you."

I frowned. That was the problem. He was here, not Peter.

Micheal pulled me into a hug, walking me to the sector. All I could think about was Peter. The tears came back, but as soon as they did, I wiped them away.

No.

I wasn't going to cry. I knew he loved me.

He had too.

Of course he wouldn't actually date a Stiff. He was better than that. He loved me.

Then why was he with her? To make me jealous? He couldn't have known where and when I would be outside of the restaurant.

Maybe he was dating here because he did love me. He needed somebody to distract him while I was gone. To fill the hole in his chest.

But why was he so mean to me?

I had to remind myself that I hurt him and that he was just letting his emotions out.

"You okay, baby?" Micheal asks, kissing me on the cheek. I nod. I understood why.

I was okay.

I was okay now.

Weeeellllllll okay then. Micheal is her boy...friend. I didn't feel like I was clear enough.