Not To Remember

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Four

I hop in the car, I got it a year after Tris's death I usually take the trains..

So I can relish the thoughts and memories Tris and I shared on them.

But today is like I need to try to break away from grief..as if trying to distract myself from it at all costs.

I go to the station.

It has high walls, that are glossy

And fresh with white paint.

Its windows are rectangle, and small.

Its large doors are a dark blue.

And it is heavy, metal.

Amars truck is not in sight.

I walk in, George Wu sits at the counter.

"Whats up..Four?" He asks playfully

"Nothing much,where's Amar?" I ask

"Oh, he decided to check if there was people who had survived in the failed underground abnegation expiramental safehouse."

He says.

The "safehouses" are now just underground prisons for people the Bureau Of Genetic Welfare dont want interacting with anyone, anywhere.

"Mind if I go scout out for him..you know help him out?" I ask unsurely

His face brightens.

"Of coarse!" He says grabbing a file.

"This was where they are your GPS in your car should have that address already located in it." He says pointing at the exact location.

"Thanks George." I say leaving and clutching the file tightly.

If it is anything I have learned over the past two and a half years it is cherish the times with friends, because those are all you"ll have left.

I wave and go on my way.

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