Dear Tris,

Somedays I don't have the will to get out of bed in the morning.

The bed I built for us.

Today was one of those days.

I stayed in bed and stared at the ceiling thinking how nice it would be to hold you in my arms.

I think I cried.

Christina came over and got me out of bed and gave me some chocolate cake. Just like at Dauntless, remember?

She told me that you would want me to go outside and live.

I told her there's a difference between living and surviving.

How can you expect me to live when I'm barley surviving?

I don't think I can do this much longer.



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