Dreamvergence (2575 words) by bloodypeters Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Divergent Series - Veronica Roth Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: eventual original female character/Uriah Characters: Blake Hampton (original character), Tobias Eaton, Four (Divergent), Christina (Divergent), Uriah (Divergent), Uriah Pedrad, Lynn (Divergent), Cara (Divergent), Caleb Prior Additional Tags: post-Allegiant, Divergent Timelines, Original Character(s), alive uriah, alive lynn, dead tris, Love, fight Summary:

After the faction system abolishment and the war, things have changed a lot. Indeed, a new kind of divergence has appeared. It is called Dreamvergence, and it can be extremely dangerous. Those who have it are called Dreamers. Blake Hampton is an eighteen year old girl. She is Divergent, and she’s supposed to be a Dreamer. Except she’s not. Yet.

au where tris comes back as a ghost and makes sure four is okay. she continuously checks up on him and one day she swears he can see her. he tries to convince himself he isn’t seeing her but one day she screams at him loud enough for him to hear. it’s unsure how but for a moment they’re together again.

Another sleepless night, nothing but her in his mind. Tobias     couldn't stop thinking of every memory, whether it was of     a kiss or an argument; he couldn't stop thinking of that one     day, when Cara delivered the news. It's been months though,     almost a year--and he still couldn't get over it. But who would?                              No one could let go of a loved one so easily.

Second part to this drabble, based off of this post.

It's hard, trying to continue to live life as if nothing happened. But something always come up and you can't help but remember.

And I remember--everything. I try to make the memories stop but they continue to fill my mind and before I know it I'm reliving every moment, every minute, from beginning to end.

Sometimes I don't complain; some are good memories that bring that rare smile back to my face. But followed by that joy is pain, a suffering that cannot be healed immediately like a cut or a scrape. Not even time can heal it properly. It always comes back, always revisits me, like a nightmare. 

And sometimes when I go about my day, I try to imagine her there, right next to me. Walking with me, talking to me. She and I would see the slow changes to the city around us, the improvements we're making, and we would smile. A new beginning for all of us, another start in life. Together.

I'd hold her hand in mine and our fingers lace together, fitting perfectly. Sometimes when we walk I get too deep in thought and the past haunts me, but she pokes me or nudges me and calls me a name that she and Christina came up with earlier behind my back. "Hey, Mr. Grumpy," she teases. "What's wrong?"

Just hearing her voice forces the smile to grow on my face and she smiles wider, knowing she won. I shake my head, eyes on the ground. "Nothing," I reply.

She rolls her eyes. "Come on, tell me," she insists. "Is it because I ate your slice of cake last night without telling you?"

"What?" I look over at her.

"Nothing," she says with a laugh, mocking my tone and looking away almost innocently.

"Tris..." She laughs again at my warning tone and pulls her hand away from mine and then...

She's gone.

She was never there.

My empty hand curls up into a fist and I force myself to turn away, to close my eyes and try to feel the warmth of her palm, her touch, to just bring that feeling back...

But it doesn't work and I sigh. I wonder what I'm trying to accomplish, imagining these fake conversations in my head, trying to imagine her there. I hope for comfort, even a small feeling of happiness, but it's gone as quickly as it came and sadness takes over twice as powerful and I'm back to where I started. 

It's hard, trying to get through each day without you. You don't realize how much a person meant to you, or how much of an impact they left in your life until they actually leave. Whenever I'm angry or annoyed at something, I close my eyes and I hear your voice, calming me down. And the urge to kill hit something, goes away. When I'm upset at anything, or when I feel like that small, weak, broken Abnegation boy, I think back to when you told me I wasn't those things. That I'm whole, that I'm worth loving, and that I'm the best person you've ever known... And it makes me smile every time, knowing you thought of me that way. 

And yet the bliss is temporary, as I stumble around the shattered pieces of myself, the sharp pain reminding me that you're no longer there to provide that reminder, that encouragement that I sometimes need. That I have always needed. I try seeing it through your friends, through the memories that often appear in my dreams, in the conversations I try to make up in my head, pretending that you're there when you're actually not...

It's hard, but the only thing that keeps me going is the fact—your wish—that you want me to keep going, and do what I have to. I constantly hold onto the hope for a better tomorrow, for a better future. And as I—as we—slowly heal, and mend each other, though the scars won't fully go away, I will still think of you.

I love you, Tris Prior. And thank you.

Broken. Empty. Like I’m slowly turning back into that quiet, stiff, Abnegation boy; like I can’t get so close to anyone again with the fear I’ll lose them the same way. I feel like it’s my fault that she’s gone. 

I don’t think so. She is the first person who has ever showed me what love is, and I think she is the only one. My mother left when I was young, my father abused me, my faction ignored me, and my new faction feared yet respected me—yet I didn’t feel love anywhere there. Then she came and it was like finally waking up; finally seeing that small flame of light in the darkness. At first it was as if neither one of us knew what love was but I think she knew it more than me. She had a family who loved her, and she passed on that affection to me. And soon, I learned how to love. I loved her back and she accepted any attempts of affection that I tried to show and give her. She was able to love a broken boy with a messed up past and I still find it unbelievable. She said that I was whole and that I was worth loving. I won’t find anyone like her again. I don’t think I am even able to love anyone as much as I loved her.

When I found out she wouldn’t be with me anymore, it just came as a shock. It was like the entire world was falling apart and my mind couldn’t process everything. But when it finally caught up, I felt broken; hopeless. I felt like that little boy cowering in the corner, begging and crying for the pain to stop. And it takes time for wounds to heal, some longer than others.Knowing that I couldn’t hold her anymore just leaves me desperate for just one more kiss, one more glance, one more word… just one more chance to see her again and tell her I love her. Having her torn away from me leaves a wound and I’m begging for the pain to stop. And when it does, I’ll just feel… numb. After accepting that she’s gone and that she’s not coming back, it just takes a while for the feelings to come back. And the healing follows.

Once I’m past that acceptance stage, I just live life because I know that’s what she wanted me to do. To keep going, even without her. And it’s hard to, but it’s still possible. I’ll always think back to the memories I have of her, trying to keep them fresh in my mind before they start to fade. Of course, they will still sting, while others start to grow numb with time, but they are memories that I have of her nonetheless, and they helped make me the person I am today, which is a person worth being. 

Because you know, since I was young, I’ve always known this: life damages us, every one. We can’t escape that damage. But now, I’m also learning this: we can be mended. We mend each other.