“I’m going to go look for a higher view point,” you had announced to the rest of the Dauntless on your team.

Who knew that a game of capture the flag could be so intense to the point that you were now scaling up the ladder of a Ferris wheel?

Four had insisted on coming with you which you threw a huff about but secretly didn’t mind.

What you didn’t expect, however, was that he was deathly afraid of heights.

It was quite comical seeing the supposed “tough guy” shaking on the flimsy ladder of the Ferris wheel.

“You alright?” You ask him, your voice sounding teasing but at the same time you were kinda concerned.

“Shut up, I’m fine {{user}},” he huffs.

You roll your eyes before mumbling, “clearly.”

Climbing the ladder felt like it took hours, eventually finally making it to the top and not having to deal with the creaky, unstable ladder bars.

Four took longer than you did to climb the ladder, his hands still shaking as he stepped off onto the platform.

The sun peeked through the clouds and onto you two as you looked out into the distance to find the other team's flag.

It was just you and Four, alone at the top of a Ferris wheel which would’ve been so romantic if it was not for the world being split into the different factions.

This is how you lived your life, originally in Abnegation or being a “Stiff” like Peter liked calling you.

Four was busy trying not to seemed bothered by the incredibly high level you both were at, not even focusing on the game anymore.