The saddest word in the whole wide world is the word 'almost' .
He was almost in love.
She was almost good for him.
He almost stopped her.
She almost waited.
He almost lived.
They almost made it.
2 weeks later (Dauntless compound)
3rd person
Max keeps his gaze on the plate full of untouched food infront of him. 2 weeks since he learned that he had been fooled for an entire year. That he was never going to see Grace again. Now that they have finally worked it out, he had discovered that he'd been fooled by a complete stranger into thinking she was Grace.
Whats worse is, that Eric had married the wrong person and he still hadnt got a clue.
Suddenly his sorrowful thoughts are interrupted by Lauren and 'Grace' cheerfully plopping down into the chairs infront if him.
"Wow. Who pissed into your coffee?", Lauren laughs and plops a grape into her mouth.
Max just glares at her and doesnt say a thing. He was concentrating on not ripping of this doppelgangers head.
Grace studies him closely but is interrupted when Eric's lips are suddenly all over hers.
Lauren sees Max tense up but brushes it off quickly, thinking that he might just had a bad morning.
Eric detaches himself from Graces lips and slaps Max's back roughly, making him spit his mouth full of water out on the entire table.
"Ewww!", the girls squiek as water droplets land on their clothes.
"Whats up Max, why so down man?", Eric asks sitting down beside his friend.
"Nothing.", Max answers a little too quickly making Eric raise his pierced eyebrow questioningly.
Max looks over Laurens shoulder spotting Rob coming their way.
When he reaches their table he bends down on ear level.
"Troops were spotted near the fence. Their coming.", Rob whispers making Max tense up again," i think we should tell Eric. Like now."
They both share tense looks before Max starts nodding slowly.
"I will see to it, Rob. Thank you.", Max says, putting his leader tone on.
He watches Rob retreat and then turns to Eric who had been watching them curiously.
"Eric, I'll need a word with you in my office.", Max then says in a serious tone and they both stand up and start walking out of the noisy messing hall.
"Are you going to tell me what this seriousness is all about? Something happen?", Eric asks as soon as they enter Max's office, crossing his tattooed arms infront of his chest.
Max sighs and runs his hand across his face tiredly.
"You wont like what im about to say dude. You better sit down.", he suggests but Eric waves it off urging him to talk.
"Sooo...i dont know how to tell you this but...Grace...um... Shes...shes not really Grace.", Max says.
Eric looks at him, blinks once, twice before bursting out in laughter.
"Okay, man, what the fuck is this? Are you trying to prank me?", he chuckles but Max shakes his head violently.
"Eric!", he hisses," You dont unterstand. I mean that this Grace is not the Grace we know! Shes a traitor!"
Eric frowns and balls his and into fists letting them fall to his sides.
"How dare you talk about my wife like that?!", he then roars,"Grace is not a traitor!"
"Sshhh!", Max urges and steps infront of his friend.
"This woman", he gestures at the door," is not your goddamn wife. Your wife was held captive for an entire year and nobody knew!"
Its sileny between them.
"What?", Eric growls, his arms shaking with anger now.
"This woman out there is the leader of 'Old Society'! She pretended to be Grace all along while the real Grace was forced to open a box with toxic contents god knows where!", Max hisses," They are going to kill all the Divergents! Eric! You've married Kaitlyn!"
Eric blinks, trying to process this information. Kaitlyn.
Kaitlyn from Etudite. His former girlfriend, leader of 'Old Society'.
"How.", Eric breathes out,"Where is Grace now?"
Max just looks at him opening his mouth but not managing to get out the words.
Eric grabs him by the shoulders and shakes him violently.
"WHERE IS SHE?!", he shouts.
"Eric! Shes... She's dead!", he finally screams, panick in his voice," She died opening that stupid box!"
Eric stares at him, shock pumping in his veins like acid.
His hand slide down from Max's shoulders and he takes a step back.
"No.", he states quietly," no she cant be."
"She is Eric! Rob saw it with his own eyes!", Max says and puts a hand on his shoulder squeezing it in a calming manor.
"Then why didnt he do anything?!", Eric asks loudly shaking Max's hand off.
"He couldnt do shit, Eric! He tried, but he couldnt!", Max retorts.
"No, no, no this cant be.", Eric murmurs, sinking to his knees," she cant be dead."
Max stays silent. He had never seen Eric like this before and he was afraid of what could come next.
"How could i not notice? What the fuck is wrong with me?", Eric murmurs again," Jesus fucking Christ. What am i going to do? Shes dead. Fucking dead."
Then... Silence.
"What is going to happen next?", Max hears Eric say after a while and he bends down to look Eric in the eyes.
"I'll tell you. But you gotta promise me that you'll stay put. We need to make that bitch believe that we still dont know shit, alright?", Max asks earning a firm nod from Eric.
Max was impressed by how composed Eric was now, eventhough he saw the hurt flashing in his eyes. He was just glad that he hadnt done any further damage.
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Night time outside the fence
Step
Step
Step
Step
Step
Shuffling of boots could be heared from the gravel on the ground as thousands of soldiers marched towards the fence.
I stay put behind a tree nearby. Ive been following them since they started walking out of the hideout.
I had to get there before them, so i could at least try and evacuate as many people as i can.
The problem was... I didnt know where to go.
I still hadnt got my memory back. Just bits and pieces would appear in my mind and like a flash they would disappear again.
I follow the crowd of soldiers quietly, making sure to stay hidden in the woods nearby.
Suddenly the soldiers stop walking, probably receiving more orders.
I look at them, trying to make out faces i could recognize and that's when a headache hit me like a tidal wave. I whimper quietly, holding my head and sinking to my knees.
What was going on?
I try to ignore the pain after a while since i noticed that the soldiers started moving again, but the pain was just too strong and as soon i take a step forward, everything goes black.
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3rd person
Eric makes his way towards his apartment, trying to process todays events.
His thoughts were swirling around in his head like bees in their nest.
All he could think about was Grace.
Scenarios of her death kept playing in his head and cold shivers would run down his spine as soon as she was actually killed.
He runs a hand through his already messed up hair, leaving trails of blood on his forehead.
His knuckles were busted again. He remembered how pissed she could get when he would bust open his knuckles and he couldn't help but feel an incredible painful sting in his heart at the memory.
He should feel sad, or depressed or angry, but he didnt...well yes he was angry and sad and depressed but there was one emotion that topped all of them.
Guilt.
He felt guilty for he hadnt noticed that Grace was gone.
Of all people he should have been able to notice. But he didnt. No one did. He let himself be blinded by love.
He sighs.
God knows how Grace must have felt this entire year probably hoping that he would come to her rescue.
He pushes open the door and slams it shut behind him. He walks up to the kitchen counter grabbing the bottle of whiskey and taking a swig out of it.
He didnt want to feel. He wanted to forget.
Forget she ever exsisted so that this pain would go away.
He doesnt turn around when he hears the front door open again.
Footsteps could be heard and then he feels small arms wrapping around his waist.
He tenses, struggling to keep his composure.
He closes his eyes and balls his hand into fists, resisting the urge to kill her right here right now.
"Ive missed you at training.", she whispers into his back, making him tense up even more.
"Is that so?", he asks through gritted teeth, still not turning around,"Kaitlyn."
Silence.
Her arms unwrap from his waist but she isnt fast enough for Eric had already spun around and slams her into the wall to his right.
His hand tightens around her neck cutting of the air supply. She claws at his fingers but doesnt manage to get free.
"How long do you think you could have gone through with this you filthy bitch?!", he growls dangerously,"Huh?!"
She gasps desperately for air and doesnt manage to answer.
"You are going to pay! Do you unterstand me, Bitch? You are going to pay!", he roars and tightens his grip on her even more.
She gasps again not managing to get away, but she doesnt even need to for one of her spies heard her struggle and barges through the apartnent door, managing to take Eric by surprise and knock him out cold.
Kailyn doubles over panting heavily.
"Miss? The others have been eliminated aswell, where should we take them now?", the spy asks firmly helping her up again.
"Erudite.", she pants,"I want them to watch the Divergents die. Take Stan out too. He'll just be in the way."
The spy nods, hauls Eric's unconcious body up and starts walking towards the door. He stops by Kaitlyn who had taken out the projector, and was now looking at Eric...hurt.
She brushes across his cheeks softly.
"I wished you could forget her.", she whispers before turning away and leading the way out of the compound.
The time had finally come.
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