what we do best

part sixteen

I start walking, because walking is what Tris and I did best. I walk to nowhere. I walk to a place where I never stayed after to talk to Mrs. Allen. I walk to a place where I never pushed Tristan away even though I knew he meant well. I walk until the police are called because a concerned neighbor thinks I'm on drugs. And even when they bring me back to the old couple's home, I walk some more. I let my mind walk. To him. I let my mind walk to where I'm holding him in a world where nothing else exists.

I hope Tristan is out there, somewhere. Walking. Walking to find me.

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This world is so fucking stupid. But I'm seventeen. That's how I'm supposed to feel.