~ Imagine that ~ an abnegation love story ~

2

Beatrice:

The bed cradles me giving off the scent of newly washed blankets—I don't think I would of had the courage to leave abnegation anyway.
The light from outside is dim through the minuscule glass indent that this faction calls a window. The abnegation sector goes for miles of land, spreading their identical houses around the sector. Once the same always the same, right? I look to the horizon at the fence. I've always wondered what lays beyond the amity farms. What if there is others out there? I stare at the floor. Scolding myself for being so curious.
The dull rays of sunlight reflect a square of light on the concrete flooring. 

I sigh and count towards three before I
leave my comforting haven of bedsheets into the cold, dank air that is Trapped inside my square-of-a-home.

My grey dressing gown drags after me as I make my way down the entirely Grey hall and into an open doorway leading immediately to an almost-identical living room, with a change of a few furniture, such as a single, long wooden table with four chairs. One for mom, dad, me and...a former member of this home, Caleb Prior.

Every time I walk into this eerie space it reminds me of him, even the distinct scent of him repulses me. Who would have a heart so cold to do that to such a loving family? And for what? Erudite? The one faction my father, Andrew Prior, Despised? How dare he.

Dad feels just as disgusted in him as I do, to the point that if the subject of his presence comes up, one of us has to walk away. Mom is less stubborn and more forgiving, so she doesn't seem a even a bit moved by his absence. She just wears that small halfway smile across her face at all times. Dad is really stressed with
All the threatening private letters sent from Jeanine Matthews, face of the Erudite. He once spilled too much at the dinner table before storming off, and I tend to eavesdrop into their bedroom arguments when they're talking about stuff I think I must know.

I tiptoe into the kitchen, my hair astray, attempting to run away from my head.
I tame it with my fingers whilst I walk, trying to keep my footsteps hushed, to the pantry cabinet where a few cans of beans sit. I can't see what my hands are reaching for.
My build is small and fragile, too short to see the top cupboard's content.
I can't seem to find the can, so I perch myself up on the bench table in front of me and my eyes finally come into view of the food inside.
I scan the cupboard and I finally see the beans, covered in a layer of dust, most likely from the termite ants, in the corner.

I try not to make any ruckus, reaching for the tin, my hand meets the greasy sides and slips out of my fingers.
I hear it fall to the floor with a loud, and echoed clank. That's sure to wake mom and dad.
"Beatrice?" Mom walks out of their bedroom wearing a short, grey, satin robe hanging just above her knees.
"Is that you?" She rubs her eyes and slips on some boring grey slippers, half asleep, walking towards my direction.
"...yeah," I grumble, "I tried to get the beans from the top shelf, but it slipped."
She stifles a laugh.
"Okay I'll help," Mom scatters to the sink, takes her slippers off again, and grabs a wet towel.
She comes back with her plastered halfway smile, as she always does, but this time it touches her eyes.
I get down from the bench and walk to the sink to rid my hands of grease.
I turn, watching her finish cleaning up, mimicking her smile.
Maybe abnegation isn't so bad all of the time.

<4<4<4<4<4<4<4<4<4<4<4<4

A/N
Okay, so I wasn't exactly planning to post this, but its actually really long;
800 words to be precise.

So what do you think? Tell me when you want Tobias to meet Beatrice.

Until next time my pansycakes <4
- Youlittlepansycake