A/N: this is based of of fanficsoffangirl's fanfiction promise. it's not based off my mind. it's based off her fanfiction. and i dont own divergent! veronica roth the murd- author, owns divergent. she's amazing. and if you haven't read divergent or promise GET OUT AND READ THEM! i think i have made everything clear.
will pov
i stand thinking what would happen if i saved christina. she suffered through 4 minutes of this. she shouldn't suffer more. when am i going to tell her i love her? when should i confess i love her, and what will she say? should i save christna, the love of my life, she always was so courageous and beautiful in school. *flashback* i accidently bump into someone. i look up and see a girl with olive skin and beautiful eyes. she has black and white clothes. candor. "my eyes look awesome in my opinion. now get out of my way." "i was thinking out loud. u-um bye." *falshback over* i noticed her every day after that. i knew that i loved here. when she chose dauntless i considered what dauntless would be like and joned them. i should save her. but i would become factionless. but i have to save her. iam about to step forward when i hear a scream. christina's scream. i push through the crowd carelessly. i need to know why she screamed. i see a body bent at angles they shouldn't be. i see christina's beautiful face. no. she's dead. i think i should just jump in the chasm right now. i couldn't live without her. no. i should just stay alive till no one can see me, then jump. i go back in the crowd. tears are in my eyes, but i ignore them. we go back to the dormitory. four realizes christina isn't there and looks confused. "i hung christina off the chasm for cowardice, and she gave up and fell. she wasn't dauntless." eric shuots the last part, for the whole group of transfers. i look down. it's my fault. i could have saved her. i didn't save her. i didn't tell her i love her. by now most of the initiates are asleep, but a few are still awake. al never sleeps, just sobs, so i'll have to wait a while before jumping. guilt is eating me up. guilt.
