A/N:
This is going to be a really short chapter.
You'll know why after you read it.
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It's been a week ever since Tris' accident.
I fell asleep on the couch, hoping Tris' 'death' was just a dream. But it isn't.
I wake up and decide to walk around the building, crossing my arms above my chest and looking down at my feet.
I reach the park and sit on a wooden bench right across from me, still looking down at my feet.
I felt awkward, so I transferred to lie on the grass, looking at the clouds, forming shapes with my imagination.
It soon turned sunny, but I didn't care. I started walking around the park anyway.
Boredom took over me and I decided to go back to the room and fall asleep again.
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"Tobias!" Multiple knocks on the door wake me. "Tobias!"
"What? Who is it?" I say a little too angrily than I meant to.
"It's Meredith." She continues to pound on the door.
I groan and turn the knob.
As soon as I saw her I walked straight back to the couch to lean against. "What do you want?"
Meredith lets out a sigh.
"Tobias," She says with a grin. "we found a cure."
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A/N:
Okay! that's the end if the story! It's not so cliffhanger but -eh-
But hey, I'm working on 3 new stories and one of them is the part two! Yay!
It's called 'One Last Time' and it's bot referring to Ariana Grande's song, just so you know.
Anyway, thank you guys so much for giving your time to read this story!
and I apologize for the really weird-ish first four (i think) chapters. I was maybe a little immature because I was 12 years old then. Now, I'm 13.
Again, thank you!
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Fiksi PenggemarAll rights reserved to Veronica Roth I do not own any of the characters except for Meredith Abner Eaton and Charles Milburn Alvarez _____________________ Apparently, Chicago does not exist anymore. The survivors escaped and took shelter in Detroit...
