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Resurgent
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Ongoing, First published Apr 11, 2014
Tobias Eaton (four)  still grieves for his girlfriend, Beatrice Prior (Tris)'s death. Tris watches Tobias from the place where you are supposed to never mourn, where you never miss anything from the earth or in tris's case, the city of Chicago, heaven (the golden city). Tris wants to return to Chicago city to be with Tobias, to unlock the truth of her death and to kill the killer.

i walk up to the waterful, where i first kissed her. she looked beautiful then, just as she always has. when she told me i was too old for her, even though it was only 2 years. thats when i look across and see her.

Tris.

i must be halucinating. She's dead. She's gone. i saw her body, i touched her cold, lifeless hands. i went down the horrid zipline, spread her ashes.

"Tobias?"

im dreaming.

"Tobias!"

this isnt real.

"Tobias! im back! its me!"

except...

she never talks in my dreams unless she is hurting me.

"Tris?"
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"Bless me with your sweet words, I undeservingly cherish." ~ I am my own undoing. I am my own worst nightmare. Glare and sneer all you wish, I've seen many others do much worse. They told me to look in the mirror, see myself as the world sees me. I saw a monster, he saw a broken girl. But that's the thing about broken things, it takes not only time, but patience, effort and hope to mend them. The broken can't be mended if they don't want to be. But that's the thing you see, the numbness I felt to the world was comforting, I couldn't be hurt anymore. I didn't want to mend. I thought my heart had dealt all it could, that anymore emotions would kill me. But that numbness, that empty void that had no fear, joy, love or hatred, it was killing me, slowly. A/N Sequel to 'Call Me Six'. WARNING: I do not edit my chapters because I have no time; they are written and posted in the brief intervals of my chaotic life. Expect grammar and spelling errors. This story revolves around the complications of teenage love, sex and slut shaming. This is not supposed to be taken offensively - quite the opposite actually.