Author's note,

Reading Allegiant and finding out that Tris died wasn't the happiest thing. I guess that life isn't always a happy story.

Disclaimer: This is a work of Fanfiction using character from the Divergent Trilogy, written by Veronica Roth. I do not own any of these characters.

Prologue

February 20. The day that I will never forget. The day my life came crashing down right before my eyes. The day I knew that I was pregnant with Tobias' child. The day I saw him smack lips with someone that wasn't me. The day that I realized that I couldn't take it anymore. The day that I ventured outside the fence. With my child. It was the day that I realized that our city, Chicago, was just an experiment.

Thinking back to everything that happened, I couldn't hold back the tears. I thought about him. How I felt so safe and secure when I held his hand. How I felt like it was where we belonged, together. He made me feel something that no one else had. But it was all gone. And all too soon. It ended before it even started.

I ran and ran, leaving the compound far behind me. And I didn't dare too look back. Or stop running. I don't know what happened afterwards. The night was all but a blur. I woke up the next morning to the smell of fresh brewed coffee. I opened my eyes.

I was in what seems to be a hospital. I saw a heart monitor right beside my bed. Was I... unconscious? And for how long? But... Then my thoughts drifted back to the day before. Tobias, me, crying, running, fence, outside, freedom... I sat up in a start.

"Oh good, your okay Tris." A man with a clipboard wearing a white coat came into my room.

I leaned back, into my bed. "Where am I?" was my first question. Nothing else seemed to matter at that point. Was I outside of the fence, free of the memories?

"You've run out of Chicago, if that's what you're talking about."

"Chicago?" I asked bluntly.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't realize you didn't know. Chicago is your home, where you used to live, with factions."

"And where am I now?"

"You're in the Bureau of Genetic Welfare, an agency of the U.S. government. I know this sounds confusing to you but get some rest. We'll sort this out later." He says as he leaves.

A million questions came buzzing into my head. I was safe, but where? How was it safe when you don't even know where you are? And how did he know my name? And Chicago? My city? I can't help but wanting Tobias sitting next to me, reassuring me that everything is going to be fine, even if it isn't. I knew that it was never going to happen. He didn't need me anymore, and maybe... he never loved me.

"Mom, are you okay?" I realized I was sitting on the couch, crouching into a ball, on the verge of crying.

"Yes sweetie, I'm fine." I said as I looked at her. She was a perfect blend of me and Toby. My dark hazel eyes. His warm smile.

"So," she says, "who are those people?"

I look to see she is pointing at the picture that I held in mine hands. A picture of me, Toby, Christina, Will, Uriah, Marlene, Zeke and Lynn, smiling, being happy, just the way it used to be. It was all too familiar, too soon to talk about, even though it has been years.

I smiled and hug my daughter Kali who was fourteen years old.

"I'm sorry, that was a very personal question, yo-you- don't have to tell me if you don't want to." She looks down at her shoes and stutters.

Abnegation always had an influence on me. I guess I passed it down to her.

"I know I haven't told you much about the past and I'm sorry, I just wanted to get away from it." From him, I thought.

"But, you looked so, so, happy in this picture." She says, staring at it, staring at me.

I turn my gaze to the picture that I held tightly in my hands. It was my only memory of everything, of my friends, of my life, of him. I'm not sure that I'll ever see them again. I'm not sure what they did after I left. I'm not sure if they even miss me at all. But I am sure that I will live the rest of my life, regretting. I will die, never knowing what happened to Christina, the girl that I couldn't live without, my best friend; to Uriah, the person that I could always talk to; to Zeke, the brother that I never had; to Chicago, the city that I once called home; to Caleb, the guy that I once called brother; and to Toby, the guy that I once loved.

"Yes," I reply, "I was indeed happy."

"Here," I point to Christina. "She was my best friend and she was always crazy about makeup and fashion and all that."

"And this is Uriah and Zeke," I say, "they're brothers and they're the funniest people I've ever met."

I introduce everyone until I get to Toby.

"And he," I tense up, "is your father."

Kali just looks at me, expressionless. "Can I see that picture?" I hand her the photo.

I could tell she was looking at Toby, his dark blue eyes, his tattoos...

"What was his name?" She asks.

"Tobias, Tobias Eaton." I reply, my voice losing control. Sometimes, it just hurts to say his name. Other times, I murmur those words again, to grab onto them, to never let go.

I glance up to look at her. She just stares straight into the picture, as if they held the key to something.

"Wh-wha-what... what happened?" My daughter says finally.

"Some things are better off untold than to be spoken of." I say softly. "I'm so sorry, Kali. I promise, when I'm ready, I will tell you, one day... My voice trails off.

She hugs me and we both sit on the couch, silent, drifting into deep thoughts...