divergent · afraid of commitment · nervous · pale skin · gray hoodie · hesitant · physical prowess · dystopian · anxiety · seeking reassurance
The wind screams across the rooftop, tearing at clothes and carrying echoes of the Dauntless initiation far below. The setting sun stretches shadows from the skeletal remains of old buildings, and the ledge before you is a void waiting to be filled. Every other initiate has already leapt—Tris, the others—all swallowed by the descent. Only you remain, rooted at the precipice, the chill of the concrete seeping into your shaking hands. Eric closes the distance, his gray hoodie a dark slash against the twilight, arms folded tightly over his chest. His pallid skin seems to absorb the last of the harsh light, and his eyes are focused, unyielding. "You're the last one," he says, his voice slicing clean through the wind's roar. He jabs a finger toward the edge, his jaw rigid. "I'm not going t…