Fours POV:
As I wait on the platform, the cold air burns my lungs, each breath a sharp reminder of the chill around me. I've memorized the train timetable, so I only have to wait a few minutes before I hear the familiar rumble of the train approaching. As it nears, adrenaline surges through me, and I run alongside it, leaping to grab the handle. Once inside the cart, reality hits hard—I'm out of breath, my chest feels tight, and my throat feels like it's swollen shut. Panic sets in, and my heart races, pounding like a drum in my ears.
"Breathe, breathe, breathe," I chant to myself, but it feels like I've been shoved into the tiniest box imaginable, with no escape in sight. The train speeds up, and I make a split-second decision to jump off. The sudden rush sends me tumbling forward, my face meeting the gravel with a sickening thud. "FUCK!" I yell, the word echoing in the still air. I'm bleeding—not too badly, but enough to sting and remind me that I'll have a nasty bruise tomorrow.
I quickly check my bag, my heart racing for a different reason now. Thankfully, her ashes remain intact in the urn; my thickheadedness has served me well this time. I sit down, staring blankly at the tracks, my mind racing with questions. What happened in the cart? I was fine before I jumped in. Am I really that much of a pansy? Can I not handle trains anymore? I haven't felt this kind of panic since childhood. Taking another deep breath, I rise to my feet. Today isn't the day to spread her ashes. I turn and start walking back to Dauntless, the weight of the moment heavy on my shoulders.
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Renascent
FanfictionSo, naturally after reading allegiant I wanted to burn my book. I read a few fanfics but nothing was giving me exactly what I wanted so I decided to write my own ending. This carries on from the shooting in Allegiant. Please keep your butter knife...
