Rediscovered Love

Chapter 13

Jeanine's POV

"Jeanine, what did you do to him?" Karen demands so calmly, it's as if it is irrelevant to her now. In reality, it is to both of us. I never planned this. I was hoping her freedom would hold her question until I had more time, but that isn't the situation anymore now, is it?

I told myself I would never commit the atrocities I did in lying to Karen after she left. Except she forces me to be frank. "He didn't make it," is all that can come out of me. I can't look at Karen, but she can turn to me because she does.

"Which test?"

"After the second," I reply in response to the serenity beside me.

"I told you! Jeanine, I begged you to not do what you did!" Her voice only rises slightly and there's more emotion in it. She seems more alarmed than furious.

"Karen, I don't know what to say," I start.

"I know. I'm sorry, Jeanine. He doesn't matter anymore now," She whispers after turning away. It's an Erudite ideal to move past death. If it is something you cannot manage, then its inevitability can't be stressed over. "How?" She stares at the sea of metal, while I see a bloodied heap of flesh, leaning against a white wall where the blood would be most red.

"He killed himself."

"Oh." She turns away towards her desk. I stare at the clock, and when I return my attention to her, tears gather at the edge of her eyes and await their fall, and for a second I believe they will. "He probably figured he would have died anyway," Karen chokes before her hand stretches her eyelids and lashes as she sweeps it across her face. Then she settles into her chair, opens my schedule, and acts as if nothing ever happened at all.

She becomes the person she was before I found out about her divergence; Karen becomes silent about the things that weigh her conscience down to the Mariana Trench. I think Erudite breeds that behavior. If there is anything it shares with Abnegation, it must be the raising of individuals to disregard their personal affairs for their faction's philosophy.

Karen's POV

I told Jeanine not to do that. Except I forgot that Jeanine will go about life doing things without considering the consequences of her actions. It's rooted in her curiosity. She has to try things herself before she will ever believe what you say.

He had so much; I think he never realized that. He had people who cherished him, even two who were madly in love with someone they can never have now. I am with who I love, and I must make the most of that love, before Jeanine or I will become like them.

~fin~

*I didn't really know how to end this. From the moment I had the idea, I never really quite thought of an ending. In all honesty, it's been a long ride (writing fan-fiction and specifically for Divergent). I just wanted to finish this story up, and this is how it ends. It could go on and on; there could have been more (as is often the case with many stories), but it wouldn't have added anything. That's why fairy tales always end with the beginning of the happy ending. They don't go into much detail about life after, and I decided that I wouldn't want to too. 

Thank you to all of my readers! The more I wrote this sequel, the more I realized it was for you guys. <3