Convergent

The Deleted FINAL Epilogue Chapter

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I'm dreaming. Pain becomes joy. Darkness becomes light. Everything I once knew was a false reality of mere hallucinations. Even as the dream continued to develop and go on, I knew what felt real wasn't.

I am broken, and there are too many shattered pieces to put me back together.

I am without structure, for my bonding is gone.

I lost and I cannot be found.

I am in darkness, with no visible light.

I am in pain, and joy is mere fallacy.

I am vacant, with my emotions shriveled and emptiness borrowing in me.

Slowly, I open my eyes. My cheeks are burned and wet with tears of sorrow and anguish. The salt of tears and sweat covers my chapped lips and my head pounds in discomfort. My body feels as if the other half of me is missing.

Her lips. Her cheeks. Her hair. I know what my body remembers; how our bodies pressed into one another and fit into each other's curves.  That is a feeling my body will never forget, one that will always feel like it is missing. There's no other one that will fill the void.

How can I continue to go on?

How can I move past?

How can I ever leave the past?

I can't.

I can't.

The dream was the first dream I've had since the incident of ..... This dream never happened before, and will never happen again. I know it. It will be the last.

I can feel it.

I can feel my body dissolving.

Dissolving into shadow.

Dissolving into complete and utter darkness.

I am dying.

Why?

When will it come?

When will it come?

I don't know.

It's been so long.

Too long.

Why won't it come sooner.

Pain is all I feel.

Pain is all that I have felt.

It is unbearable.

What am I doing?

What am I saying?

What am I saying?

A vial of grey liquid is pressed against the skin of my hand. Reluctantly, my thumb flips open the top. I feel it press against my lips. My hand shakes. My body groans. My head aches. My memories....

I feel it burn in my throat.

I feel it hit bottom and I throw the vial across the room where it shatters against the wall.

My head continues to pound and a sharp pain tears through my body.

Limb by limb, it feels that I am being torn apart. My eyes want to burst from their sockets and my heart explodes from my chest.

But it's over as soon as it started.

What happened?

What did I just do?

Where am I?

Why am I crying?

I feel empty, but for some reason, it feels like an unknown burden has best lifted from my chest.

I feel darkness inside me, but I do not know why.

I lie down, and sleep.

The pain I once is gone.

As I fall into a deep sleep, a slumber that I know I will never awake from, I hear a name in the back of my head. A name that sounds familiar but is foreign. One that ticks in the back of my head as I fall into darkness with one final breath.

Tris.