Stronger Than She Looks (Divergent Eric)

{16} Living in a bubble

Saying goodbye was much harder this time. Our time together was too short, and I still have so many unanswered questions.

I've no idea when I'll see her again. There is a chance I never will. Mixing between factions, for the most part, is strictly prohibited.

I make my way back to Eric's apartment, not wanting to linger in the Pit. I don't particularly want to answer questions about what happened to me or where I'm staying.

Eric isn't back yet, and the apartment is in darkness apart from moonlight streaming through the huge picture windows. I don't bother with the lights, instead just padding softly over to the windows. It's a stunningly clear night, with an almost full moon.

Next to the sofa, is a small bucket style armchair. I pull it round so it's faces the windows and curl up, doing nothing more than watching the night sky.

There's not much to see, but this is one of the only places within the compound that has any kind of view at all. From what I understand most of the accommodation available to members is underground. At least from here, you can see the sky.

My thoughts automatically drift to my Mother, wondering if she is out looking up at the stars too, thinking about me like I'm thinking about her.

I'm not sure how long I've been sitting like this, when I hear the door go. I don't look round. I know it's Eric.

The door to the bedroom opens, and a few minutes later he's walking towards me. He's changed into dark grey sweatpants and a black t shirt. Offering me his hand, he pulls me to my feet before leading us over to the sofa. He sits first, and I curl up next to him, his arms encircling me and my head resting on his chest.

For a few minutes, we sit in silence. Just being with him is enough, and he seems to instinctively know that I need him close right now.

"It's cruel really." He says after a while. I look up, unsure of what he's talking about. "Visiting Day, I mean. Transfers have already left their families and to taunt them with this one-off visit... Well, it's just sick really."

"I'm glad I saw her." I bury my head into his chest as he hugs me closer. "But why do you care so much how transfers are treated? It's not like you had to do it."

"How can you be so sure?"

I sit up slightly, so I can look at him properly. "You aren't Dauntless born?"

"No," He shakes his head slowly, looking at me to gauge my reaction. "I'm Erudite born."

Well I certainly didn't see that one coming!

"You were a Nose?!"

"It's not like you can talk, you're just a Banjo Strummin Softie!" He jokes.

Feigning outrage, I sit up and slap his chest. "Cheeky bastard!"

"Calm down Princess," He pulls me carefully onto his knee so I'm sat straddling him. "I don't think anyone could say you're a good little Amity girl! Although it's a shame you don't still have the clothing." His voice trails off.

"And what exactly does that mean?" I raise my eyebrows, smirking at him.

"It could be fun you know," He pulls me down closer, so he can start licking and kissing my neck as he talks. "You, an innocent helpless Amity girl working in the fields. Me, a big scary Dauntless sent to protect you. But when you see a real man compared to all those Amity softies, you just can't help yourself."

He doesn't stop kissing my neck, God it feels good. "Don't stop." I murmur, my hands running over his arms, resting on his impressive biceps.

A timid knock on the door stops us both though. Eric scowls, but doesn't get up. A few seconds later, there's another knock, slightly louder this time.