I stare at my friend, looking at the blood around him. "Felix." I speak softly. He stares up at me, red stains covering his head. He appears as war survivors do. Strong, wounded, hopeful, proud. I reconize gun shot wounds in his arms and legs. He took several slashes to the heart.
"They'll be coming back. You have to run Vic. What are my chances of survival. Tell me honestly. Don't try to soften the blow. Tell me the truth. What are you feeling?" He asks. I want to tell him a lie. I feel like I need to make him feel better. But I know he has no chance. I read about these types of injures before. He'll be dead within the next minute. I have to talk fast.
"None, Felix, none. You have no chance of survival. I can't go on without you." I admit honestly.
"Yes. Vic you can."
"No, Felix I can't. I won't leave you. I won't let it happen to you. I can't let you die." I reply, shuddering. Tears run down my cheeks. I don't want my friend to die. Why can't I die in his place? Can't I do something for him?
"Be brave, Vic. Be brave without me." He gasps. He's heaving his final breath. I know what the brave thing to do is. I have to leave him like he asked me to. I turn around and bolt away, despite my long to stay. I have to do this. I have to leave. My heart feels as if I took it from my chest, threw it upon the ground and let it fall apart. Why do I feel so strongly of him? Why do I long for his survival more than mine? Is it my inner abnegation speaking, or a feeling deep down inside of me? A feeling or emotion resting deep in my inner soul. Deep inside my broken heart. Do I love Felix?
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Vic (a divergent fanfiction)
FanfictionVic is born in dauntless but is the first person to get four results on her aptitude test. Which faction will she chose? Will anyone find out?
