TRIS! TRIS, NO!" I wake from my dream in a start. I fell my face. It's puffy I must have been crying. Its been 4 years since Tris fell at the hands of David during the rebellion at the bureau, every nite since that terrible day I have had the same nightmare I watched Tris die over and over again, and when that was done mocking my head I was in the place of Tris dying over and over again. Was I crazy? I had asked myself. No just in a mourning that never ends and I don't think it ever will. I swing my legs out of bed which proved harder than I thought as I was tangled in my sheets as if I had tossed and turned during the torture of the night. I walk over to my bathroom across the hall, after the rebellion I moved back to Chicago and moved in to a basic apartment ing dauntless HQ as most of my friends, that are still alive, are here.
I stood in the mirror. I must have been crying my face was red. I run the basin full of cold water and splash myself, even if it didnt help, then I got my clean clothes and got changed into a amity red shirt , abnegation grey jacket and dauntless black pants. After the "incident " at the bureau the government merged the factions together into one big faction so that we can be free to do what we want and choose our future , it may also prevent crazy people like jannine and my mother causing another war, if only Tris were here.
We spread Tris's ashes yesterday, so even if the erudite, sorry , scientists create some biological miracle and bring people back from the dead, they cant bring her back.
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FanfictionAfter the rebellion at the bureau in allegent we felt a bit sad, but what if Beatrice lived what if fours one true love came back from the dead, will Tris come back and rewrite her broken future caused by a gun in the hands of her mothers past lover...
