Timeline (Doctor Who and Divergent)

Chapter Five

Author's note : Sorry picture is so dark - this time it's my casting of Will. But now I'm sobbing bc helooks like he's watching over Christina mourning him and I wanna do that as a chapter anyways and it hurts so much omg look at his face

Christina's POV

I can't stop crying.

It's probably ridiculous. I'm probably overreacting. But I miss him. Already, I miss him so much.

I sigh and wipe my eyes, and Ruby slides an arm around my shoulders.

It was horrible. It was so horrible.

I can't get over the way he was just lying there. Just lying there. Not moving. Not breathing.

*Flashback*

"Will?" I call out as I walk back into the house. No reply. That's odd, for him. He normally greets me at the door. Hugs me, kisses me. But he hasn't. And that worries me. "Will?!?"

I walk into the living room, and I find him lying on the sofa. He must have fallen asleep.

I smile softly and walk up to him, kneeling beside him and shaking him gently .

"Will. Hey, Will... wake up... Will?" I know  something's wrong. He hasn't responded. Normally, he stirs at the very least. But this time, nothing. He just slumps, lifeless almost. "Will. Will, wake up. Come on, you're scaring me. Come on, the joke's over... It's not funny, Will. Please stop. Wake up."

I bring a hand to his cheek, and I'm alarmed by how cold it is. No. Please, no.

"Will,"I repeat, tears starting to fill my eyes as my hand falls to his neck in a desperate attempt to find his pulse. Nothing. No. "Come on, Will, don't do this to me... I love you, please don't do this to me..."

*End flashback*

I shake the memories out of my mind. I can't bring myself to think about it.

Oh, Will... I wish you hadn't left. I miss you so much already. And I love you. Come back... please.

I hear a knock at the door, but I don't bother looking up. I just stare down at my hands, wishing I were holding his.

I can hear a new voice talking to Martha outside. A familiar voice. Tris.

Tris. Thank God.

I stand up shakily and walk out of the room, and I see her stood there, almost like she's deciding whether or not to come in. She looks like she's been crying. She sees me and gives me a small, sympathetic smile.

"You okay?" she asks, and I bite my lip and look down, and I shake my head. She hugs me tightly, and I cling onto her and let myself sob. "I'm so sorry, Christina. Really, I am."

"He promised he wouldn't leave me." I say between sobs.

"I know. And he didn't want to. He loved you."

I sigh softly and pull away. I know she's right deep down, but I still feel like he wanted to leave.

Martha takes us both upstairs, to her spare room.

"You can stay for a while if you like," she tells me. "Mickey and I both understand that you don't want to be alone."

"Thank you," I say quietly, weakly, as I sit down on the bed. Tris sits beside me, and Martha smiles and turns to leave. Before she can, the door opens and Tobias bursts in.

"Hey," he walks up to us and puts a hand on my shoulder before taking a seat beside Tris.

"Where'd you go?" Tris asks him, frowning slightly.

"I got held up. Some American guy waiting outside. I think he was trying to flirt with me."

Martha shakes her head and walks out.

"I can't believe this. Any of it. It's not right. He should be here. He should still be here. And I should be at home, with him. And... And I shouldn't be dreading having to sleep without him tonight." I speak quickly, bursting into tears again as I do.

Tris tries to put a hand on my arm, but I push her away, turning away.

"Listen, Christina..." she moves closer to me, but I keep in the same position, not letting myself look at her. "I know this is going to be a hard time for you. I know you're hurting right now. But we're here for you, okay? All of us. Don't push us away."

"... you're right. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. You're entitled to lash out."

"I just..." I sigh again and rest my head on my hands, letting Tris rub my back comfortingly. "I honestly don't know how I can just go back home... if it even is home now... and just... live there on my own. Without... without Will. It won't be the same. But I can't move out... I'd be leaving all my memories of him behind and I don't think I could do that. I don't know what I'm going to do."

"I understand how you must be feeling-"

"No, you don't, Tris. You don't understand. You've never lost the most important person in your life. You've never walked into your house and found him just lying there, like he was sleeping, and then tried to wake him, but he doesn't wake up, because he died when you weren't there." I'm almost yelling now, and although I know I'll regret this later, I can't help myself. I calm down suddenly, and speak in a quieter tone. "You don't know how that feels, Tris. And I hope you never find out. Because it hurts. It hurts so, so much. I wouldn't wish this on anyone."

"... I'm sorry."

"No... No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. You were just trying to help, right?"

"It's okay. You're upset."

I open my mouth to speak again, but before I can, the door opens again, and this time it's Cara that walks through. I stand up and look up at her, almost scared to talk to her. She just walks up to me and hugs me tightly.

"I'm so sorry," she says softly, obviously trying to hold back sobs.

"Me too." I hug her back.

"Are you okay?" she asks, pulling away but still with a hand on my arm.

"Not even close."

She smiles sadly at me and nods.

"This whole thing is just horrible." Tris says. Tobias wraps an arm around her and kisses her temple, and I feel a pang of something in my chest. Jealousy? Hurt? I don't know, but I hate myself for feeling it. I look away and close my eyes. It shouldn't hurt me. It shouldn't. I shouldn't expect them to stop acting like a couple just because of me. And I have to get used to it, right? But still, it hurts.

Cara tries to talk to me, but I shake my head and walk out.