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priordivergence) wrote2015-03-24 11:29 pm
priordivergence) wrote2015-03-24 11:29 pm
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Tomorrow is another day and you won't have to hide away
It's strange how much the patterns help. The routine of waking up in Tobias' arms, going for a run, going to work, seeing him on the way in to his shift as I go home. The alternating shifts are nice; it means one of us gets home before the other. Tonight it's me and I choose to fill the time with cooking. Tonight it's pasta with spicy red sauce. Easy, but consuming enough to keep my mind from wandering. The sauce is simmering and I've just put the pasta on to boil.
It's not Abnegation food nor is it Dauntless either. It simply is, just like everything else here. When I chop tomatoes, I can salt them if I choose, or add spicy cayenne if I choose. Anything I want. I can make a meal that transcends faction rules, the same as Aramis and Porthos upstairs or Alison on the floor below. Just as the food is just itself, I can just be who I am.
Sometimes I have to wonder if what our city thought of as Divergent is simply another world's normal. If that's what I am.
The thought buzzes around my head as I unwrap a block of cheese and hear the door open.
It's not Abnegation food nor is it Dauntless either. It simply is, just like everything else here. When I chop tomatoes, I can salt them if I choose, or add spicy cayenne if I choose. Anything I want. I can make a meal that transcends faction rules, the same as Aramis and Porthos upstairs or Alison on the floor below. Just as the food is just itself, I can just be who I am.
Sometimes I have to wonder if what our city thought of as Divergent is simply another world's normal. If that's what I am.
The thought buzzes around my head as I unwrap a block of cheese and hear the door open.