~Prologue-Tris~

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Hey all! I was so dissatisfied with the ending of Allegiant, so I am writing an alternate ending. If you haven't read the ending of Allegiant, DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER!!!

This time, Uriah and Tris DO NOT DIE. 

My story starts with an excerpt from the end of Allegiant. This excerpt can be found on pages 474, 475, and 476. I do not own any characters, they all belong to Veronica Roth. 

Hope you all like this alternate ending/new story as much as I do!

Happy Reading!!!


~From the corner of my eye, I see David slumped over in his chair.

And my mother  walking out from behind him.

She is dressed in the same clothes she wore the last time I saw her, Abnegation gray, stained with blood, with bare arms to show her tattoo. There are still bullet holes in her shirt; through them I can see her wounded skin, red but no longer bleeding, like she's frozen in time. Her dull blond hair is tied back in a knot, but a few loose strands frame her face in gold.

I know she can't be alive, but I don't know if I'm seeing her because I'm delirious from the blood loss or if the death serum has addled my thoughts or if she is here in some other way.

She kneels next to me and touches a cool hand to my cheek.

"Hello, Beatrice," she says and she smiles. 

"Am I done yet?" I say, and I'm not sure if I actually say it or if I just think it and she hears it.

"Yes," she says, her eyes bright with tears. "My dear child, you've done so well."

"What about the others?" I choke on a sob as the image of Tobias comes into my mind, of how dark and still his eyes were, how strong and warm his hand was, when we first stood face-to-face. "Tobias, Caleb, my friends?"

"They'll care for each other," she says. "That's what people do."

I smile and close my eyes.

I feel a thread tugging me again, but this time I know it isn't some sinister force dragging me toward death.

This time I know it's my mother's hand, drawing me into her arms. 

And I will gladly go into her embrace.

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Can I be forgive for all I've done to get here?

I want to be.

I can be.

I believe it.~

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