Tobias POV

"No. No. No. This can't be happening." These are the only words that I am able to desperately muster from within me as I look at Tris's cold body on the morgue table.
Christina, my last living friend, doesn't even attempt to control her sobs. She looks at me as if she wants to say something but she continues to choke on her words.
I feel like the most precious person in the world was just lost. And my entire world crashed down with her. A wave of emotions comes over me like a tidal wave and I am no longer able to control them. I grab Tris' s hand and just pray that she will wake up from this long sleep. I lean over her expecting that her beautiful eyes will flutter open. I put my free hand against her silky smooth cheek and my fingertips brush up against her golden locks of hair. I hope with every ounce of my being that she will spring to life and pull me in for a kiss like she had just a few days ago before I left to go to the city.
My tears pour off my cheek and onto Tris' s. It seems like she is crying too as my tears stream down her cheeks. I trick myself into thinking those are her own tears as I brush them off with thumb and give her hand a gentle squeeze. "Come back. Please just come back." I whisper to her and I pray she hears me. "Come back."
But then I hear a voice calling my name. It is soft and gentle. "Tobias" she says- I can now tell it is a female voice. I feel someone shake my arm a little as I hear her call my name again, this time a bit more insistently.
Tris.
I know it's her by the gentleness in her voice, yet she still sounds strong. I am still looking at the Tris who lay in front of me on the cold morgue table. I am still grasping her lifeless hand. I look expectantly at her eyelids, hoping they will open. "Please!" I almost yell.
And then in the blink of an eye I am back home lying down in bed. I sit up but can't see anything, so I rub my eyes to get the sleep out and find that my face is soaked with tears. My bare back gets a sudden chill up my spine. Sweat. I look around the room with now clear eyes. I see a person, a girl, next to me. She is awake. I can see her face now, but I stare in slight disbelief. She can't be Tris. I blink and rub my eyes again, but when I open my eyes Tris is still sitting there looking at me with concern.
She leans over and embraces me. "Tobias, I'm sorry to wake you, but you were sobbing. You were mumbling for someone to come back."
"Thank you" I say gratefully. She woke me up from that horrible nightmare. I notice the tear stains on her cheeks. "Tris, are you alright? Why were you crying?" I ask her as I pull her closer to me.
"It's just... you sounded really worked up. I've never seen you cry before, so I knew it must have been really upsetting and you weren't waking up." she says as color works its way up to her cheeks.
I don't even know how to respond. She was crying because she was worried about me. I kiss her softly on the cheek as I whisper, "I'm here now and I always will be."
She smiles at me and pulls me closer. She touches the flames tattooed up my side. Her hands make her way to my back and I can feel her rub every faction's symbol, knowing exactly how big each one is and where it is by memory. It feels as if my bare skin has changed just by her touch. Just her tracing my tattoos makes me go numb at the gentle feel of her soft hands.
I curl my arm around her back and over her shoulder to her collar bone where three ravens point towards her heart as if telling me I'm in her heart. I rest my head against her heart and just stay there, listening to her pulse. I lace my hands through her delicate hair and I hear her heart skip a beat. I think about trying to suppress the smirk of joy on my face, but then I notice the rosiness in her cheeks and can't hide it. It is just unimaginable that I can make her heart skip a beat, to make her cheeks turn pink.
I sit up and just stare into her gorgeous eyes. I lean in and so does she. I pull back at the last second and bite my lip, teasing her. She opens her eyes to look at me, confused. Then she realizes I'm teasing her. She smirks and tries again, but I tilt my head so she misses. I plant a quick kiss on her cheek. She gently puts her hands on my face to try to keep me from moving as she attempts to kiss me again, but I squirm free. She looks slightly upset now so I move closer to her. She kisses my jaw, noticing that I wouldn't be able to dodge her then. It's a soft slow kiss, the kind that makes me lose all self-control. I can't even stop myself from sighing into her ear, the way I have only a few times before. She makes me weak.
I go limp, lying back down on our bed. The moonlight streaming in through the curtains from the window on the wall behind the bed illuminates only the bed. When I was planning where the windows in our room would be, I wanted to make it special for Tris and knew that she would love this window most.
I can't feel anything except for my pounding heart and Tris's forehead on my cheek. When I went limp and lied down, so did she. Her eyelashes flit against my cheek. I can feel the heat rush into my cheeks when she takes my head in her hands and just lays there. Face to face. Eye to eye. It's like looking at a piece of me, the most crucial piece of me. I need her.
Her warm breath heats my neck and I shiver. It's winter but we still love to keep the window above our bed slightly open. The combination of the crisp cool air and Tris' s breath against my skin is flawless.

I notice the goosebumps on her arms and I pull her closer to keep her warm. She nestled her head into my neck. We are so close, but somehow not close enough. Every little inch between us is too far. She must feel exactly the same way because she pulls me closer. "I love you," I say to Tris. I drift of to Tris saying, "I love you with all my heart," and the steady rhythm of her warm breath on my neck's bare skin.

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