I didn't know if it was the sun, the lack of clouds, the drastic change in temperature, or simply me running as if my life depended on it.

And if I think about it, my life really did depend on it. I no longer have a secure life, especially not in Dauntless. It's only a matter of time before they discover my betrayal, before Hill tells Jeanine that I'm a vile liar and everyone wants my head.

My actions have landed me in this predicament, in this cruel and disastrous moment where I still remember the look of pain in the eyes of the boy I love the most.

Now I have nothing, except for a bag with weapons hidden in the abandoned Sears building, and that's where I'm headed, towards my only goal that could give me the security I'm looking for.

I haven't encountered any Dauntless or Erudite members. I escaped by a miracle, I don't know how I managed to flee Abnegation after leaving Eric unconscious, but I did, and I regret all my actions.

I don't feel capable of blaming Uriah, Hill can be intimidating enough to get the truth out instantly. She must have threatened him, played with his mind, or simply forced him. So, with my heart pounding, my hands trembling, and my breathing irregular, I ran to the building and, without taking care, fell to the ground, hurting my knees. My desperation was so great that, using both hands and my nails, I began to dig quickly and without stopping despite the obvious pain I felt, as my nails began to break.

The pain was not only physical but also emotional, and along with the desperation of digging, I ended up shedding tear after tear, sobbing until I found the bag. Then, groaning in pain, I pulled it out, almost flying with it in my hands. But that didn't stop me, I continued crying, lowering my head despite the imminent danger I was in.

I have no plan.

What am I going to do? How will I get Eric's forgiveness and Jeanine's defeat? How will I save Uriah? Life is full of irony, I ended up doing what Tris wanted. I'll try to stop the project and wake everyone up. Hall knew it, I promised him I wouldn't let him remain a zombie soldier, but I don't know how to do it. I have the weapons already, so what's next?

My plan failed. What if the Abnegation are still hiding? Natalie was from Dauntless, she must have a plan, something at least that can help me.
I wiped my tears with the sleeve of my jacket. I closed my eyes and sighed.

Step number one, find the Abnegation, make sure one of my plans had worked. Step number two, save Uriah and Four, and Four will save Tris. I have no choice, she's part of the plan.
Step number three, erase the program, kill Jeanine and Max. Hill and Eric will be a separate issue, I still don't know what I'll do. I have to think with a clear mind, but I won't be able to if those two have entered my heart.

I stood up, adjusted my backpack over my shoulder, strapping it across my torso. I took out my weapon and began my suicidal mission. The streets were empty, it was already 10 in the morning, and not a soul in Chicago. It was too early for the factions.

However, as I crossed the street, just five blocks from the distillery, I heard the armored truck of Dauntless along with several Dauntless members in it. I didn't see them, I just ran towards a door, trying to enter the abandoned house, but it was useless. It was locked, and it gave me no other option but to prepare my weapon to shoot since the footsteps of the Dauntless were getting closer and closer. I loaded my weapon, feeling my pulse pounding. I had no idea if they had managed to see me, if they were the soldiers or the leaders looking for Marcus, but I would be cautious and ready for any situation.

I could feel them just steps away, so close to me. They were about to arrive, and before they could surprise me, I turned and pointed my weapon forward.

"Hall." I whispered.

That boy, my faithful friend, to whom I had promised to save, was pointing his weapon at me, his eyes empty and expressionless. However, he did not shoot. Apparently, seeing me was enough. Behind him were other boys, who simultaneously lowered their weapons and continued on their way, passing by me and leaving me confused.

Wait, they're programmed soldiers, they have one mission, dictated by the cerebral cortex, which they follow. This makes two things clear to me: first, they still don't know about my betrayal, and second, I'm still immune to them. So, once they left, I continued running several blocks ahead until I had to stop abruptly, something obstructing my path as I turned right into the alley.

Natalie's body lay on the ground, her weapon beside her, her abdomen pierced. Her eyes were half-open, showing me that her death had been almost instant, and the trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth was a sign that her lung had been punctured. I knelt down gently, and with a grimace on my face, I closed her eyes with the tips of my fingers.

I can only hope the others are safe. With a tightness in my chest, I moved towards the alley to continue on my way to the distillery, noticing the absence of the padlock. When I entered the darkness inside, I advanced and saw that the blankets I had left were no longer there. But I couldn't be content with their absence, I ventured deeper into the factories until I saw the Abnegation member in front of a group of women and children huddled in the corner. The person trying to protect them had a weapon, but he wasn't holding it correctly, and his hands were trembling.

"Wh-Who are you?" he stammered.

I sighed, lowered my weapon, and put it away, looking around. "I got you out of Abnegation before the attack. I gave you all of this." I murmured.

"Are you... Grace?" he asked, lowering his weapon. I nodded, and he sighed in relief.

"What happened here? Natalie is dead. What about Andrew? Is Marcus here? I thought no one would leave this place until two days after the attack." I said, frustrated by the lack of obedience.

The boy turned around, and a woman with tied-up hair, dark skin, and a baby in her arms stepped forward.

"I am Anastasia, part of the Abnegation council, and on behalf of everyone here, we thank you. You have saved many people." she said with a smile that didn't show her teeth.

I nodded.

"Before we left, we managed to set up a radio communicator. We figured they'd be at our leader Marcus's house, and thanks to that, we had direct communication about what was happening. Natalie heard that her daughter had been captured, didn't hesitate, and went for her. They were going to kill her, but she stopped it."

"And how did Natalie die? Did her daughter Tris die?" I asked.

"She managed to save her, and her daughter arrived, saying Natalie had risked her life for her. We treated a bullet wound in her arm, and along with her father, brother, and our leader Marcus, they went to Dauntless to free them from Jeanine's control."

"What time was that?"

"They left just five minutes ago."

I nodded and looked around, my eyes lost in thought. What was the point of risking my life? What was the point of saving Natalie if her stupid daughter would end up in the trenches anyway? This wouldn't have happened if they had just stayed in that warehouse. Although, in hindsight, I should have left them with the Factionless. That hiding place was a stupid idea.

I looked up, seeing the children—more than 15 kids, aged 3 to 11, and pregnant mothers like Anastasia with her baby in her arms. So, it was worth risking my life. Every damn second was worth it because those children have another chance.

"I need you to leave. Take the eastern exit and go through the trees. Leave the fence through the gate in sector C, there's no one in sight. The gate code is '2335'. Go to Joana and tell her you seek asylum, that Grace Cyprian sent you, and that I will soon repay the huge favor I'll owe her for accepting you." I announced.

I opened my backpack and took out five high-caliber weapons, leaving the backpack on the table along with the guns. "There are five adults. I don't care where you're from or how you were trained. See this? You load it this way, press firmly, and pull until you hear the 'click.' Only then will you know it's loaded and ready to fire." I demonstrated with a test gun, and the five adults nodded.

There was just one man and four women, but they all took a weapon and nodded, ready to defend the children.

"Don't hesitate. If you see danger, shoot. I've just lost everything that matters to me, folks. So, if I can at least save these children and see them safe in Amity, I'll feel much better." I sighed.

"Thank you, Grace." Anastasia smiled.

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Entering Dauntless was too easy. Too easy for my liking, and it scares me. I used another entrance to Dauntless, but although using the network would be relatively quicker, I have a bag with a grenade, and the impact would be dangerous. So, I took the longer but effective route. Right now, I was holding my weapon high, walking through the halls of my faction.

I don't want to run into Eric, I couldn't look him in the eyes, not today. I also can't face Hill, with whom I forged a beautiful, unexpected friendship.

I don't know what I'll do. I simply can't see myself living in this faction again, my life is in danger, and I don't know how to react to that. I refuse to let my emotions open up and bring me to tears again. I can't think because I'll feel emotionally unstable, I can only execute, wait for Uriah to be alive so I can save him, tell him to leave, and if I see Max, kill him.

The quiet footsteps pulled me out of my thoughts. I carefully placed the backpack on the ground and moved to the edge of the wall with my weapon in hand. I have to face the obstacles in my path, even if they are loved ones. I counted to three and quickly turned, revealing myself in the hallway, my finger on the trigger, ready to shoot.

But I stopped, lowering my weapon almost simultaneously with Marlene and Lynn.

Both of them had vacant looks, and when they saw it was me, a respected leader, part of the project to destroy an entire faction, they continued on their way. I let them pass in front of me, but something held me back. I can't leave them there, it's counterproductive to have them roaming Dauntless as allies. It's like allowing Uriah to be hurt. I have to wake them up. I'm grateful it's just the two of them.

Grabbing the handle of my weapon, I trotted toward Marlene and struck the back of her neck, but it didn't knock her out. Instead, I earned a hit from Lynn. They respond to attacks, I attack, and they attack back. Now Lynn was hitting my jaw, and Marlene was about to draw her weapon.

I responded to the attack, pushing Lynn back with a kick. Before Marlene could raise her weapon, I grabbed the barrel, lowering it almost immediately, and the shot hit the ground. She tried to hit me with her other hand, but before she could, and before Lynn could attack me again, I headbutted her violently. It made her fall and left me staggering.

But I couldn't back down as Lynn lunged at me, continuing a fight of blows and aggression that would leave marks on both of us. I felt the blood streaming from my nose, likely broken, and my eyebrow was split open, creating a red trail down my cheek. It hurt immensely, but I had to muster all my strength to strike her temple with my elbow, making her fall. I got on top of her and hit her face repeatedly until she was unconscious, her nose broken.

"I trained them well, quite the pride, huh." I muttered, panting after seeing them unconscious on the ground. I got off Lynn. "But they lack practice." I let out a nasal laugh and looked up, but what I saw stopped me. "Uriah." I whispered.

The boy for whom I was risking my life was standing in front of me, but his eyes worried me—they were so empty and terribly dull.

But he wasn't alone. Phill, Eric's father, was with him, along with a team of three Erudites—two aiming their weapons at me and the other picking up my bag.

"Isn't it incredible?" Phill smiled. "A Divergent, not too strong, but not too weak either. A soldier with a lot of promise." He nodded, holding a tablet in his hand. "I saw you on the security cameras and thought you'd want to see my great achievement. It's a shame you won't be conscious to see him in action because you're next." he smiled.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I murmured.

"Eric has already woken up, Grace." he shrugged. "He gave us another name on the list, an interesting Divergent who lied to us and managed to evade every test. You managed to break the faction system, and I'm surprised—what guts to fornicate with the Divergent hunter." he let out a nasal laugh. "Anyway, I'd like you to try with this boy. Let's see how you fare against a good opponent. I saw his record, you trained him, but I assure you, he has surpassed you."

He sighed with a malevolent smile, tapped his tablet a few times, and that was enough for Uriah to walk towards me.

I waited for his right fist to approach and dodged it as he expected, but he was smart enough to distract me and hit me with his left. His punches were strong, even stronger than Lynn's, but in terms of sheer strength, Norman definitely outmatched him.

I tried to overpower him, giving it my all with punches and combinations I had never thought of before, but whatever they had given him had made him stronger, and soon I found myself on the ground with his hands around my neck, choking me.

"I'll kill her, sir." I heard the distant murmur of an Erudite.

"Silence, I want to enjoy this." Phill replied.

I opened my mouth, trying to inhale the denied air. Desperation overwhelmed me, and I kicked my legs trying to free myself, but it was futile. My vision began to blur.

I had a hunting knife on my hip, but I couldn't bring myself to use it. Using it meant killing him, and I couldn't do that, not to him.

Is this it? Will my life end like this? My name will never be recognized, I won't be able to repay the debt to Joana, and Eric will see my name on the tombstone of those who betrayed Dauntless with hatred. I'll be next to the names of Andrea and Freya. This is what happens when you try to change the world, when you want to do something right—you're forced to be silenced.

If it weren't for the lack of oxygen in my lungs, I might have been able to see what was happening around me. The reason the shots were unleashed, removing Uriah from on top of me.

I have damn luck trying to suffocate me.

I coughed uncontrollably, finally inhaling the air into my lungs and turning on the floor to get up.

Lynn had the gun in her hands, and Phill, along with his Erudites, lay on the ground with bullets in their heads and chests. But Marlene was gone, and I could hear punches landing on the other side. I turned and saw Uriah brutally beating Marlene, who was no match for the super soldier they had created.

I couldn't leave her to fend for herself. I got up and dropped onto Uriah to lay him on the ground and hit him repeatedly. Marlene managed to get up, and I stepped back, looking at the boy I had trained with a split lip, unconscious, and hopefully safe. When he wakes up, I'll make sure to tell him about this moment and reproach him for almost killing me.

I turned around and saw both girls together, with Lynn holding her left arm.

"She's injured." Marlene announced.

I nodded and walked over to her. I took off my jacket and used my knife to tear it into a long piece of cloth to stop her bleeding.

"What happened? Why did Uriah suddenly attack you, and those idiots over there enjoyed it?" Lynn asked bitterly, with a groan in the background.

"The tracking chip is a lie, it was just to control you and kill Abnegation." I replied, taking the piece of cloth and applying it to Marlene's arm to stop the bleeding. "You need to hit the person hard enough to knock them unconscious, it's like resetting the brain and the serum loses its effect."I smiled. "Apparently, they never fixed that flaw, otherwise you wouldn't be awake right now. And by the way, sorry about your nose." I added, looking at Lynn.

"Did I get a crooked nose because of you?"

"Yes." I replied, walking to my backpack, grabbing it, and tossing it to them. "I need you to wait for Uriah to wake up, then flee. Don't stop, keep the weapons, and find shelter. Clear?"

"Why?" murmured Marlene, looking scared.

"Because Uriah is Divergent, like me. And now the leaders know it and want our heads. I'll try to stop them, but I can't guarantee anything. That's why my priority right now is you." I confessed.

Both Lynn and Marlene looked at each other, confused and completely bewildered by the reality, but they were smart enough to know they were in danger and needed to act. Uriah is their friend, and Marlene is in love with him. I'm sure he will be safe with these girls.

"We'll take care of him." Lynn said decisively, accepting the backpack. "Be careful, Grace."

"Thank you." I smiled.

I stood up, looking at Uriah lying on the ground, with Marlene and Lynn in the middle of the hallway, armed and watching me with concern. I nodded with a smile. Maybe my death is inevitable, but seeing them safe will be worth it.

"Don't let him feel guilty." I pointed at the brown-haired boy as I stepped back and jumped over the corpses.

Eric's father was dead, another reason for me to be on his blacklist. Although I don't blame Lynn for her actions, I know that for Eric, he was still his father, even if he won't admit it. His resentment towards me will intensify.

I started running, feeling the muscle pain weighing me down and the blood on my face becoming more concerning, but having Jeanine dead will bring me the peace I need. I drew my gun from my hip and, with both hands, ventured into the hallways until I reached the pit, descended the stairs, and continued through the abyss.

There was no one, the place was completely empty, only increasing my anxiety. At this moment, an ally would help, someone I could feel safe with. Ugh, I should have woken Hall, even with the danger of the other four Dauntless attacking me.

I crossed the hallway, about to reach the intelligence center where the base was, but I couldn't get any further. My path was blocked. I felt my blood begin to boil, gripping the gun tightly with evident fury. My jaw ached from the pressure, and although Four lowered his weapon, I didn't, showing him my anger.

It wasn't just Four, Tris was behind him, with Marcus, Peter, and a guy I didn't know by his side.

"Just the people I least wanted to see." I growled, frowning.

"Grace, we need to get out of here... Uriah..." Four started.

"Uriah is fine, and not thanks to you, you pair of idiots." I cut him off aggressively. "Do I need to speak in another language?"

"Grace, lower the gun." Four pleaded, trying to maintain the peace between my attitude and his urgency to leave. "Tris, please." he whispered to his side.

Tris still had her gun raised, pointing at me, with no trust at all, frowning. I stopped aiming at Four and immediately pointed at the brunette.

"Grace, no." Four tried to intervene.

"Why did you leave?"

"Do you really think I could trust you? I couldn't entrust my parents' lives and mine to you." Tris responded with a huff.

"Well, you should have said that earlier because, Tris, if your mother is dead, it's because of your damned incompetence. She was perfectly safe where I left her, she would still be alive if not for you. So let me ask you, out of the two of us, who is the untrustworthy one?" My eyes were wider than normal, my knees trembling, but from anger, from helplessness, and the continuous look from Four not knowing what to do.

My words affected her, they made her lower her gaze in shame, only confirming what was obvious—she felt guilty for her mother's death.

"Uriah is safe, that's excellent. Just let us go, we'll forget about this. If anyone asks, you didn't see us, and I promise we won't bother you again. Just let us go... This is over." Four murmured, pleading with his eyes.

I shook my head, hating that look that forced me to do the right thing from the beginning. My eyes welled up quickly, and I pressed my lips together in anger as I swallowed hard.

"Yeah, this is over. Because even Eric wants me dead." I murmured. "This is over for me because I went against what I promised for you all. I chose you over him, and you still have the audacity to say I'm not trustworthy." I barely managed to suppress my first sob. "To just let you go without consequence." I shrugged.

"Then come with us." Four murmured, stepping forward to get closer to me.

The audacity of his request left me surprised. I saw the man who trained me, helped me, and sometimes saved me. I couldn't see myself escaping with them, we'd clashed too many times and would only provoke more fights.

I shook my head, lowering my gun. "Just... go. I don't want to see you." I shook my head.

"What will you do?"

"What I should have done since he tried to kill my mom, I will do to him. So just go, I'm sick of all of you, including you." I aimed at Marcus with bitterness.

Marcus only furrowed his brow, pointing at himself, trying to understand why I hated him, but the constant tears that were about to fall made me not care.

But I wasn't stupid. Even with my emotions running high and the overwhelming urge to cry, I wasn't foolish enough to shoot them. Even if I killed Tris, any of the others could shoot back, and as much as I would love to die and take the Abnegation with me, I can't. I have Uriah alive and won't leave him alone with Jeanine and Max.

The first to attempt to step forward was Tris, but she quickly retreated, raising her weapon.

"Well, well, well, you lying bitch." growled Hill behind me.

I spun on my heels, reclaiming the gun and aiming it at her. She looked disheveled, her hair out of place, and her furrowed brow focused solely on me with a disdain that chilled my blood.

"You used to tell me, 'If Eric didn't see it, then it's just my imagination.' You're just a smart Dauntless, unique like no other. God, Grace, we had so many plans together. And here you are, with the enemy." She spokes with disgust, her furrowed brow pointing at everyone with her gun.

We all aimed, but they were behind me, no one fired, and it was probably Four who signaled them to keep the conversation between Hill and me.

"Please, listen." I pleaded with a stammer. "I'm the same, that hasn't changed." the first tear shot out of my eye. "This can work, Jeanine and Max die and you'll have the job you want, you'll have more allies, all of us."

My words were like knives, I stabbed them in the chest while talking, and if I had a tough look, I was distressed.

She shook her head.

"You don't understand." She murmured. "Divergents are a threat and they all must die. Yes, I will get what I want, but you won't be present to see it." She loaded a cartridge.

"No, Hill. This can work, just give us a chance, let go of those damn teachings they instilled in you."I pleaded desperately. "Just look at me, see how far I've come, we can coexist, just lower the gun."

She didn't yield, her eyes showed so much pain, an unparalleled betrayal. I lowered the gun, tucked it into my waist, and raised my hands in surrender.

"I lied to you, I know. Forgive me, but you have to understand that I'm still the same girl, the one you gave her first Dauntless tour, the one you taught to play chess, the one you trusted. You can still do that, just let them go and you and I will figure things out."

Her eyes welled up, God. I never thought I'd see Hill so distressed. Even if she shot me, someone behind me would respond to the attack, and it would all be over, this was something we all knew well. But for Hill, her thirst for vengeance was greater than her fear of death.

"For peace." I whispered.

And it happened. She began to lower the gun, slowly but with evident cooperation. It felt like a warm wave filling my chest, my muscles relaxed with relief, and my smile couldn't have been wider. I did it.

Or so I thought.

"Tris, no!" Four's shout didn't startle me, but the gunshot that echoed behind me did.

Everything happened so quickly. In the blink of an eye, Hill was on the ground with a clean shot through her heart.

The bullet had passed so close to my ear that I felt the uncomfortable tingling and the ringing that damaged my hearing, but my vision remained intact as I looked down at my friend lying on the ground.

"No." I whispered in sorrow, a profound sadness flooding my body, and tears streaming down as soon as I reached Hill's body. "No, no, no, no." I murmured through sobs as I checked her pulse, finding no signs of life.

She had died so quickly, without pain and unexpectedly. Even as I sensed footsteps approaching around me, I allowed myself to break into silent tears, holding her body close.

She never hugged me, there was never an ounce of affection, yet her departure hurts deeply. She was my friend, my Aunt Hill, the first to get excited about the supposed arrival of my baby, and now she was gone.

I'm tired of embracing nothing but corpses.

Tiana, Freya, and now Hill. Am I the one cursed?

"She was lowering the gun." I whispered amidst tears. "She was lowering it!" I screamed in fury.

My hands started trembling as I moved away from her corpse, a trembling in my lower lip that made me feel foolish. Four stood before me, and behind him, Tris.

"To hell with it all." I muttered with a furrowed brow.

I took my gun, the one hanging from my waist, and aimed it at Tris, my finger on the trigger. Nothing mattered anymore, they had hurt me more than I ever imagined.

But then my vision blurred, and all I felt was the blow that struck the back of my head, clouding my sight.

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"Omniscient narrator."

The scene fell into silence, everyone looking on in surprise, their gazes settling especially on Caleb, who held a metal tube in his hand, realizing the gravity of what he had done.

"I-I'm sorry." he stammered. "I was going to shoot... I don't... I don't know what I did, I..."

Caleb dropped the tube as soon as he realized his actions. But no one blamed him, especially not Marcus, Four, or Tris. They all understood that just hours ago, he was merely an Erudite, experiencing a whirlwind of emotions in a single day—fear, grief over the loss of his parents, and now confronted by Grace, unyielding and fearless, attempting to shoot her own sister, the woman he should have believed from the start when she told him their faction had deceived them.

"I don't blame you, it was intense." Peter spoke up, still clutching his injured arm.

Peter felt no guilt whatsoever, he viewed the situation with irony and a hint of delicacy. He had noticed so many secrets in such a short time that he focused solely on observing. He knew that behind Grace's villainous facade, standing beside Eric, there hid a vulnerability, and now he could see it.

He also noted Four's interest in Tris's reaction, who looked at her disapprovingly.

"Just..." Four sighed. "Let's go, let's not waste any more time."

Without hesitation, he walked straight to Grace, lifted her up, adjusted the brown-haired girl's hair, checked her vital signs, and held her in his arms.

To him, she was that different, challenging, and conflicted girl. Her curiosity led her to unexpected places, and her decisions were a torment for Four. Yet, he would always watch over her, look out for her well-being even when she disagreed. Even as he felt Tris's piercing gaze, who looked at him as if he had a horn on his face, he held Grace firmly in his arms.

The others began to trot through the halls of Dauntless, while Tris watched Four sternly.

"Are you taking her? Seriously?" Tris asked, her brow furrowed.

"Run, there's no time." Four hurried her with alarmed eyes, trying to deflect the topic.

He knew it would be counterproductive to take Grace, knowing Tris would be unhappy about it, but he did it anyway. He simply ran with her in his arms towards the trains. How could anyone blame him? Since he learned Eric wanted her dead, he hadn't been thinking rationally. Now, he was determined to protect her from everything.

Meanwhile, Tris struggled with jealousy, but her greater desire to survive drove her to prefer running towards the trains.

Tris couldn't understand Four, she simply couldn't make sense of his actions. Why was he clinging to Grace? The woman who admitted to killing Four's ex-girlfriend, the one who threatened her multiple times and nearly killed her, the woman who was involved with the most sadistic, infuriating leader in Dauntless.

She knew little about Grace, almost nothing. Four didn't share much, just the basics: she was Divergent, he trained her, she constantly got into trouble, had an irrational love for Eric, and had ambitions that outweighed her survival instinct.

Now, everything was crashing down on her, she had lost everything, and she resented being blamed. All she had done was survive. She couldn't trust anyone, everyone had warned her, even Tori had cautioned her to be careful around the girl and Eric. They couldn't just ask her to trust Grace when her life was at risk and now her parents were dead.

Deep down, she hated to admit it, but she knew she shouldn't have run when Four took her to that warehouse. Now, she looked at her hands and was scared, all she saw was blood. She spilled innocent blood and would never forgive herself for killing Will, not even Hill, who, despite hating to admit it, was actually lowering his weapon.

For her, it was a surge of adrenaline, an irrational impulse caused by the delay they were facing. She wanted to survive the faction, and even if she wanted to, she knew it was pointless to apologize to Grace. Tris refused to confront her again, as she had noticed that Grace could be too heavy-handed.

Now they were escaping, fleeing from their past and their mistakes. Perhaps today was not the time to fight, and they all knew it, but they wanted to stay alive so that tomorrow they could make Chicago a city without the terror of being born Divergent.

*******
Amity was the first thing Marcus suggested, and they were heading in that direction. Everyone had their place separated in the train, lost in their thoughts and immersed in the suspense of tomorrow.

Tris held Four in her arms, finally having him close after confessing her love and need for him.

Four listened to her, ignoring the glances his father gave him, and tried to comfort his girlfriend over the loss of her parents, who sacrificed their lives to save her.

However, he couldn't help it, his gaze occasionally drifted to the back of the car, where Grace lay unconscious. Caleb was beside her, trying to help, feeling guilty for the severity of the blow.

Despite Four's deep love for Tris, there was a small part deep within him that still felt something for Grace. He despised that part of himself because he knew there could never be anything between them, even if he tried, she rejected him for Eric.

On the other hand, he couldn't shake the feeling that it was that small part of him that compelled him to carry Grace and take her with them wherever they ended up, under the vague pretext of protecting everyone.

The irony of the story is that he believes he is doing the right thing, that one day Grace will acknowledge that act of kindness and thank him. But it's just the beginning of an endless story without a happy ending.

Later on, he will understand that all he did was separate two broken hearts that didn't want to drift apart.