Roots

Chapter Fourtris: Drowning

I wake up the next morning dazed and confused. I had a dream last night, and it has left me disoriented.

I was 14 years old. He was 16. His alpitude test was the next day.

"Toby," I said. "Promise me what ever your test results are you will leave and go to dauntless."

He looked me straight in the eye. I was drowning in his. But I wasn't gasping for breath. I was so content.

"As long as you promise me that you will follow, Bea."

"You got yourself a deal."

I had then thrown my arms around his neck and kissed him as if my life depended upon it. My life did. He was my drug. The more I got the more I needed.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. We were in love.

I was in pure heaven.

But the underworld took over. As he promised, he left.

I grew bitter. But my love for him grew.

I missed him everyday. Every second. I loved him. That's my problem now, I love him.

And it feels wrong. It feels cold, but burning hot at the same time. I feel as if I'm in love with a dead man.

It was a beautiful dream. Memory. Until I thought about it. Until I thought of the emotions with it. Because right now I'm

Drowning

I know it sucks, but I felt as if it needed some background.