Prestigent

Prestigent (Chapter 13)

13 has been a notorious number in literature, and in this book, I embrace it. A new shock to deal with... I do not own any of the characters in the Divergent Series.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHRISTINA POV 

I stayed with Evelyn for a little while after Four left. Evelyn seemed a bit taken back, so I stayed with her. Dang, everyone’s Abnegation is wearing off on me…

A few hours later, I decide to go home. I am done with this. I have helped too much.

I walk all the way home, staring at the midnight sky. I love the color at night. It is like a sad, dark, and blue. It is unnatural, but it is beautiful.

Perfection can be beautiful.

But so can imperfection.

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I wake up, shoving the hair out of my eyes, my head empty and dizzy. Another day, but I don’t know what to do with it. Should I go to the cemetery, should I stay home, should I enjoy life?

I walk out of my apartment, and look around the long corridor. Nothing in sight but the light gray walls and the colorful carpet. It is on these days, when there is no sign of life, that I feel worst. There are no distractions, no social skills to practice, nothing but myself.

I head towards the elevator, perhaps fresh air may help me sort my thoughts, and jam the same button, for the hundredth time. Again and again and again, my life is an endless circle. I am robotic. I am exactly what those scientists made us act.

I am a robot. I am not Divergent.

I can be controlled.

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I march away from the Hancock fast, trying to escape. I should just keep moving, just keep escaping my past, but all I run into are memories, memories, memories! I walk until I am out of breath. I realize I am in front of Four’s new home. I walk up the steps and knock on the door.

After a while of waiting, the door opens and I see him, tears in his eyes. And that’s when I lose it. I break down crying on his doorstep, him staring at me. He helps me up and walks me inside. He is crying too. We sit there crying until he puts his arms around me.

We hug, crying until my eyes are dry. I look up at Four, but instead I see Will.

I don’t care who I see, because whoever it is, I am in love…