Divergent: Becoming The Monster (Eric's Story)

Chapter 5: Falling

Her wide eyes looked up at me as I pressed her to my chest, her hand small and delicate yet slightly rough from life in the feilds wrapped around my bicep. The same feeling in my soul was reflected back at me… “What am I doing” she looked so fragile.

         So protective I feel as I held her there in that shed as the wind howled and walls shook. I cradled her face in one hand.

         “Who are you?” I said more to myself than to her.

         “I was thinking the same thing.” She whispered and her breath wisped across my neck. I felt my whole body shudder. I passed my fingers through her tangled hair. She was the moon calm and cool, as well as the sun bright and warm. She was everything.

         “Are you still cold?” I muttered and she pressed her face against me.

         “Not so much anymore.” Yet she shuddered.

         “You might have caught a chill.” I said. “Come.” I went to the tarp bunching it up and making a make shift bed.

         She looked down at it and back at me. Without complaint she settled herself down on top of it still gazing up at me. “You could use some sleep.”

         I began to make my way toward the crate to sit when I heard her speak.

         “But where will you sleep?”

         “I’ll sit here. If I get in an hour I’ll be happy.” I shrugged sitting on the crate.

         There was a few moments of silence.  “It’s not so bad down here. There is enough room for two.”

         “You want me to lay with you?” I asked. I needed her consent. I needed to know she wanted me there and wasn’t just being kind.

         “I want you to be comfortable. Get some sleep. Plus it will be warmer.” She smiled but still looked nervous. I didn’t blame her. Dauntless weren’t supposed to feel fear. I felt terrified.

         “I’ll only lay down you can keep the blanket.” I said getting up and making my way to her. As I got to my knees to get onto the tarp she settled herself down and grabbed a few burlap sacks fashioning us two pillows.

         I made my way onto the tarp. I couldn’t help but notice how from her bedded down position her eyes followed the lengths of my arms and down my tattooed chest. I wondered if she truly did like them. The winding barbed wire across the length of my collarbones. The true dimensions of a human heart over my own. Did she truly find them interesting? Attractive? What was she thinking.

         “Goodnight Eric.”

         “Goodnight.” I couldn’t bring myself to say her name.

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         In the midst of the night there was a huge crack of thunder and I woke a bit startled and wondered where I was. I looked around and noticed the figure beside me had shot up terrified.

         “Faline,” I said softly. She turned toward me.

         “Eric sorry I…” The silhouettes of our bodies painted across the wall beside us coming in by the light of the moon and passing lightning. I lifted my arm toward her and knew something unexplainable had happened to me.

         “Come here.” I felt her shift slightly until I felt her face pressed against my chest once more. I wrapped my arms around her. I felt her start to fidget. I looked down to see what she was trying to do. She had pulled the blanket from around herself and over us. Her naked chest was to mine.

         “I don’t want you to be cold.” I could tell even in the dark she was blushing. I twined my legs with hers stroking her hair an holding her till her breathing shallowed out. I had never felt so warm, so content. I could breathe again. I could see this was the beginning. The beginning and possibly the end. I was falling in love with a girl from Amity if I haven’t already fallen.