The door opens, and my mother sticks her head around it, her face a careful blank. "May I come in, Beatrice?"
"Of course," I say, my voice squeaking slightly.
She moves to close the door silently and I sit up in my bed, my hands gripping the sheets tightly as she walks across to sit on the end. My heart is beating nervously and my palms become sweaty. I pray she doesn't notice. She is not acting strange, though there is something in her tone that makes me wary. My mother has not tucked me in since I was a child.
"Your father and I are not mad, you know," she smiles gently, pinching the gray sheets of the bed in her hand and examing the texture gently. She feigns interest in it, not looking into my eyes. "Well, I'm not mad. Your father will come around, sooner or later. As long as you don't do anything reckless between now and then."
She looks up, and the end of her sentence finishes almost as if it were a question. My heart pounds, deafening me, and all I can think is she knows she knows she knows she knows.
"I want you to know, Beatrice, that I'm proud of you," she says suddenly, not giving me time to form an answer. "And I love you, we all love you, no matter what happens. Just remember that." She looks into my eyes, and now I see not wariness but love and certainty, and a deep understanding of something, something I'm not quite sure of, yet.
She leans forward and kisses my forehead affectionately, squeezing my hand from where it's hold on the sheet has gone limp. Before I can answer, she is gone, and there is a lump forming in my throat that makes it hard to breathe.
Sleep will not come easily.
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Divergent: Before We Chose
Fanfiction"I realize that if we had both chosen differently, we might have ended up doing the same thing, in a safer place, in gray clothes instead of black ones." What if Tobias and Tris hadn't met each other in Dauntless? What if fate won over chance, and t...
