Tris:
All I can think is more. Like there is a need for all of this hurt to just go away. I want him, no, I need him. I never knew how much I actually loved him until I left him. I can't even really remember why I left him, maybe because I was insane. Now I know that I need him to keep going. I can understand why I let myself get drunk last night.
Now he's looking at me, and I realize that I'm lightly crying. I look away. "Tris?" he says, quietly.
I brace myself. "I still love you," I whisper. "Just a little longer, okay?" I don't see if he nods or not. I just get up and walk out. There is a pain in my chest.
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Broken Can Be Fixed
FanfictionFourTris? How about Four.......... Tris........... That's right, bent not broken? How about the other way round.... but Broken Can Be Fixed......
