I didn't sleep a wink that night.
I was shocked, angry, sad. Basically a concoction of horrible emotions were constantly swirling around my mind, and the pain of thinking of Anna became as steady and repetitive as my heartbeat. I tossed and turned in my thin duvet, but I couldn't find sleep. Dawn came quickly, and I knew that I had to shove these emotions out of my mind. Nobody could see me in this state. I hauled my clothes on and travelled downstairs, almost plodding with the weight of my depression slowing me down, to go get breakfast. I sat down beside my mother and father, with an empty seat opposite me. Anna's chair. My parents tried to make small talk with me, asking me about what I was doing in my day etc, but eventually they gave up and began talking solemnly about politics. I wasn't listening, I found current affairs very dull, but I heard the word "Erudite" come up a lot. Why did Anna have to go there? I would never know.
After breakfast, I did the same thing that I did every morning, grabbed my plain bag, slid my feet into my plain shoes and walked out of the plain door. Everything I did was the same as I always did, just without Anna by my side. An ache in my heart almost caused me to keel over, and I had to slow down until it subsided. Then I realised.
My life would never be the same again.
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FanfictionMarcus Eaton. Possibly the most hated character in the Divergent series. We all know him as the torturous, cynical Abnegation leader. But what if that isn't the whole story...