White Walls [DIVERGENT]

21. Gone

baby rihanna is my favourite ever & this song is in honour of her, so heeeere you go!

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"I found the one, he changed my life. But it was me who changed. He just happened to come at the right time. I'm supposed to be in love, but I'm numb again."
Tris:

Leaning against my car, I tug the sleeves of my navy cardigan over my fingers, extracting the cold air from my arms.

My teeth chatter, every instinct in my body begging me to sit down with the guaranteed warmth from my car, but there would be a chance that I would miss Tobias.

Glancing at the sky, I watch as darkened clouds slowly pass, the sky a hue of fuchsia and midnight purple that paint the sky. My blonde locks wisp against my face, but I don't bother to tap them away because all that I can do is replay my monolog in my head.

After telling my parents about what happened between Tobias and I, my dad ensured he wouldn't pistol whip his ass considering that I was the one that called off the relationship. But then they told me that I need to talk to him, clear the tension between us.

Dad offered to talk to Tobias, but there's no way in hell I was ever going to let that happen.

The only her viable option was to confront him at work, and if I'm right, Tobias' shift ends at nine considering that today is a school day.

And right now, it's 9:03 , so it shouldn't be long until he gets out.

I feel moronic.

Besides finding my passion for photography, Tobias was the best thing that ever happened the past year. Yet, even though I'm without him, it doesn't feel like a razor sharp blade anymore.

I miss him by an insurmountable amount, but I don't need him.

There are definitely unresolved feelings between the two of us, and tension so heated that flames burst with every sentence. We can't get back together, at least not yet.

So why did I come here in the first place?

Because I want to confirm that we're not together anymore. It's been so hard to find truly comprehend the situation, and I still feel as if one apology won't patch up this bruise.

I want to make it a fact that our relationship will remain platonic, which it really isn't at the moment.

He's what's keeping me in Chicago—the one thing. And if photography is truly the career I want to pursue, I can't have anything or anyone keeping me from doing what's right. Doing what's right for me.

And then, even through the darkness seeping in the parking lot, I see Tobias' recognizable silhouette exiting Manadlo's.

Here we go.

"Tobias, wait up!" My voice reverberates throughout the whole lot, causing a few heads to turn, including Tobias. Eyes widening, shadows are cast from the darkness of the night, but my heart begins to speed up.

Gritting my teeth, I feel a hollow in the pit of stomach as he turns away. Being persistent, I follow, watching as Tobias swerves through cars gracefully. I, on the other hand, skim into every bumper I pass.

"Tobias!" I call out again, regretting every decision I've made. There's a part of me that thinks coming here was a mistake, and that I should have just left things the way they were. But another part knows that he's going to be waiting for me, waiting for me to come back to him.