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.