ANOTHER CHANCE (Divergent Story : After Allegiant)

CHAPTER 1 : Nightmare

Tobias P.O.V.

"Urrgg, not again" I mumble to myself as I fall out of bed and sit on the floor with my head in my hands. I thought the nightmares were getting better, it has been 3 years since I lost her and 6 months since I scattered her ashes. I can seriously not take this anymore.

I look over at the clock on the nightstand and see it is 5:35 in the morning. No point in going back to bed now, I might as well get ready for the day. I walk to my in suite bathroom and take a long hot shower, trying to get my thoughts back on track.

Why is this happing again? I still think about her everyday, but the nightmares have started to fade with time, just as Christina told me those many years ago. I cry a few tears in the shower as I remember her. God, I miss her so much. I am still single and doubt that I will date anyone soon.

I finish my shower, get out and get dressed, we have a meeting at the Hub later this morning and as I am Johanna's assistant, I have to be there to aid her. Working for her has been a big change and I still sometimes feel like I am in a never-ending dream, hoping to wake up and have Tris in my arms. Once I am dressed, I head towards the kitchen and see the sun rise through the window, the rays hitting her urn that has been standing on my mantelpiece since we scattered her ashes.

I tried to give the urn to Caleb as he was her last living relative, but he refused and said that it belonged to me as she loved me more than him. I go and touch it, just to feel the cold of the metal against my hand. Next to it I placed the statue my mother gave me again after I moved here. I don't have much regarding furniture in my house, only the necessary items to work with. I still have too much Abnegation in me to spend money on waste. I laugh as I think about Christina's apartment, she really does love to shop.

Touching the statue made me think about my mother that is back in Chicago and some days it is still hard to believe we have a relationship. Might not be perfect and can be awkward at times, but we have come a long way since then. I am snapped out of my train of thoughts as someone slams their door across the hall. I head to the kitchen and get some coffee. Once I am done, I head out the door on my way to work, never checking the time before leaving.

Halfway to work, I realise that it is very quiet for a Monday morning so I decide to check my watch. Shit! I am 3 hours early, so I decide to go to my office before I head to the meeting at the Hub.

As I walk down the street, I notice some people scurrying about on their way to work as well. The world has changed so much since the war, it still feel unreal some days as I walk through the streets of Chicago. People wear multi colours, as there are no more factions or their colours. There are no more "Faction before Blood", so children can stay with there parents as long as they want. Some days I am happy that that wasn't the way it was when I was growing up, I might not have had the chance to escape Marcus and that life.

I am near my office building when I see this small girl walking on the other side of the road in tattered cloths. I can't really see from where I am walking, but it looks like she is scared, as she keeps looking behind her. Her stance looks familiar and I realise that I looked like that when Marcus come towards me before beating me. As I walk on I see her falling to the ground and decide I might as well help her as there are not to many people on this street this time of the morning. As I start to cross the road, I stop dead in my tracks as I take a look at her.

God, she looks just like Tris, I think to myself. I stare at her for another moment and then mentally slap myself for thinking that. The damn dream I had this morning is not helping me today, especially as I am starting to see her wherever I go. I start towards her again and see her sitting up and looking around her. She looks so scared.

A few seconds later she turns to look in my direction and her eyes meet mine for a second and it feels like all the blood has been drained out of me. I feel so cold in that instance that I think I may never move again. Something tells me to run and I run the last few steps before she collapses in my arms, that is when I hear is whisper, " Four?", before she passes out in my arms.

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Hope you enjoyed this chapter. All characters belong to Veronica Roth.

Enjoy

Diane