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Dear Tris,
I decided to write letters to you. Maybe it will make me feel better. Maybe I can live without you with the comfort of feeling like I can talk to you. Maybe.

Since your death, I have been in such a state of depression that I barely eat, talk or leave my old dauntless apartment. All I think about is you. I think about us kissing by the chasm, I think about when I was your instructor, about when I threw knives at you, about our stupid fights, I think about our last night together, but mostly I think about what would've happened if I was there with you.

I will never forgive myself for leaving you, I should have known you would volunteer for your brother. But I did what had to be done. I understand why you took that risk and why you practically let David shoot you, but I do not understand why you would leave me alone in this cruel, cruel world.

Since your sacrifice, I haven't done anything. Christina however, has gotten a job in the new, improved government and checks in on me on a daily basis. She probably does this to make sure that number one, I'm alive. And number two, I didn't take that memory serum I almost welcomed into my system.

You have no idea how much you are missed. Beatrice prior, you are the love of my life, I don't think I can ever love again. When you died, half of my heart died with you. I am hopelessly in love with you. Believe it.
Lots of love,
Tobias

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