Second Chance [Four/Tobias]

Three

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I was sitting on the roof by myself that night.

Quiet nights like these remind me how I never had them in the past.

With stars above and a view of the city, it's a good place for thinking or just relaxing.

I was humming and thinking about the past week when I see someone in the dark, sit a little away.

Avyanna.

She sat a little away from me, but didn't seem to notice me.

I think if I should call her or not. But I decided I would.

"Avyanna!" I call and wave.

She looked around and finally saw me waving.

She walked a little closer and sat beside me.

"Tobias?" She grinned.

"Yeah, hey," I smiled.

Her words were slurred but before I wonder why that is, I see a bottle in her hand.

Weeknight is not a nice time for alcohol.

"Are you drunk?" I ask.

"Me? Maybe," She grins, looking at the city.

"Where did you get that?" I ask.

Chicago doesn't sell alcohol everywhere like the other cities. It is still developing in that aspect.

"This? Merciless Mart. Beside that." She laughed, then bit her tongue. "Merchandise Mart. Merchandise."

I stare at her. Did she just say Merciless Mart? No one but people who once lived here know that.

"What did you just say?" I ask.

"Merchandise Mart. Beside that. There's a bar inside, you know," She laughed.

"No, you said, Merciless," I argue. I know I heard it right.

She sighed and shrugged.

But I didn't let it go.

"Where are you from?" I ask.

"Europe," She frowns and takes a long sip from the bottle.

"You were born there?" I ask again.

She frowned again and didn't reply for a while.

"No," She said.

"Where?" I ask.

"Here." She takes another sip. "Here in the sense, Chicago. It's a long story, Tobias. There was an experiment here. I was from there."

I stare at her. "No way."

"Yes way," She laughs.

"Which faction were you?" I ask before I can help myself.

She stares at me. "How do you...."

"I was from the same experiment," I say.

"No way," She says.

I shrug.

"Which faction were you from?" She asks.

"Dauntless," I answer.

"Nice," She laughs. "Dauntless born, huh?"

"I was Abnegation born. I transferred." I say. "You didn't answer."

"What do you think I am?" She laughs.

"Amity?" I guess.

She frowns again and takes another long sip. "Candor. I was a Candor."