Spoilers in this story!

I recently finished Allegiant and found it hard to cope with what happened. It was like losing a friend. So this story is about Tobias and Tris, 3 years after the events that took place in Allegiant.

Ps. I have not written Fan fiction in a long time; your criticism is welcome so long as it's constructive.

I wake to a dull ache that pound's against my rib cage. It is not a hot night but I find myself covered in sweat, despite there being a cool breeze that gently flows in through my downstairs apartment window. I moan her name into my pillow, as I try and forget the nightmare I just had. I get up and walk to the bathroom to wash my face. I flick on the light and I am alarmed at my reflection. My eyes have betrayed me during the night and have become all red and puffy. I splash water on my face hoping the coldness will alleviate the swelling of my crying eyes.

I stare at my reflection, my eyes fall on my short haircut, stubble on my cheeks, and then they fall to the tattoo across my heart. It's newer to the collection, but most precious to me out of them all. My tattoos remind me of my old life in a faction stable society. But this one purely reminds me of her.

It has been three years since she left, three years since she sacrificed herself. It's taken me a good portion of those three years to let her go, to live the way she would have wanted me to continue. It has been a long hard three years. She was the only person I loved, she grounded me to the earth, and she was the one who taught me to be strong even if she never realized it.

At first her loss was unbearable, I wanted to lose it all, and if it weren't for Christina, the memory of her would have vanished, I could forget all the terrible things that had ever happened to me and I could be remade, I could start my new life fresh. Like Edith prior, there were things I would have been happy to forget.

But looking back now that was so selfish of me to think that way, and I know that she would have been offended and hurt if I had forgotten her. And Christina was right, all that has happened to me has made me who I am today, and just the memory of her is what keeps me alive, it keeps me going, it keeps me safe, it keeps me strong.

The last five months have been easier, since we scattered her ashes it's like I freed her, let her go from the prison that I kept her in. Its kinda symbolic the way we scattered her ashes off the zip line, I know she would have loved that last run. And now I feel that she is finally free, to fly with the wind, or stay, if she pleases. I enjoy the wind, because, even though it sounds ridiculous, it makes me feel like she is near me, flying around in the breeze, whispering my name. Giving me strength.

But the last week has been heavy on my heart, I have dreamt that she has been dying and that I cannot save her, I cannot get to her. Just like my fear landscape all those years ago, it's the same thing all over again. And when I wake it feels like she was there, standing, watching me, and my face tingles the way it did when only she touched me, like the electricity still lingers on my flesh.

I'm being haunted by the memory of her all over again. And its chilling.

I walk back into the bedroom. As I walk over to my two person bed and sit down I smell her like she is blowing in through the window. I stop and freeze. The window!? I get up cautiously and peer out of it. Last night I remember sliding the window to a small crack to let a bit of air flow in. Now I realise that the window is wide open and I feel alarmed, like someone has been here. Standing over me, watching me. I slam the window shut and lock it.

Sorry i say to her in my head, as I hear the winds hollow noise moan against my window, I can't have you in here tonight. I don't sleep well after that.

Second chapter is already written. Let me know if you're eager to find out who was in Tobias's room.