"Not everything is as it seems" ::: (Closed) Tris had finally escaped from the ball, if only for a few minutes. The girl fled to the gardens, looking for space to breathe. The walls had been closing in on her far too fast, and she couldn't handle it. But here, in the cold night, she couldn't help but smile a bit. Free and alone. As it could be. Hearing someone behind her but thinking nothing of it, she fingered a rose's delicate petals.