He was an inkblot in the sea of white paper. She was black - ugly to the world, and important to every masterpiece. In white-walled schools of students being herded in one direction, there aren't enough lines to hold her words, nor enough colours for him to fill in his sketches. Maybe they can find those missing parts...
COMPLETED. "Look, if you're-" "Shut up." I was taken back at the sudden manner in which he spoke to me. "Let's get something straight Miss Greene, I don't appreciate people talking back at me. And quite frankly, you're crossing your limit with me and my patience with you. So from now on, as long as you're with me you...
What if the war never happened? What if everyone except Al was alive? This fanfiction is about Tris, Tobias, and all their friends lives in Dauntless. (Story hopefully better than summary❤️) All rights go to Veronica Roth❤️