Tobias.

"What do you mean she's alive?" I hiss into my cell phone. Zeke and I have hardly spoken for years after the incident so when he called me with an urgent message, I knew something had to up.

"I know this is sudden, and you probably won't believe me. But I was at work and I found her file. I saw a picture of her. Either she has some secret twin named Beatrice, or she is alive."

I can't breathe. It's been five years since I saw her alive. It's taken every second to move on and accept her death. I won't let some hoax that Zeke conjured up wipeout everything I worked for.

"Why should I believe you? And why would you be helping me anyway?"

"Because." He takes a deep breath. "Because I think Uriah is alive too. And I have at least try to see if it's real. Something happened, Tobias. I mean it's been years. Have you ever thought it was suspicious that Uriah and Tris both died around the same time, and were both divergent?"

He's right. I did. But she is dead and I can't hurt myself even more by thinking up theories that will only lead to disappointment. But now that he seems so insistent that she is alive…

I know Zeke. Even though we aren't on the best of terms, we know each other. He's not lying to me.

"How do we find her?"

I hear him smirk through his voice.

"Get in your car, and drive to the address I'm about to text you." He hangs up and I see a notification pop up on the screen seconds after.

The address is in Indianapolis. I live in Chicago. This is going to be a long drive. But if there's any chance of truth to what Zeke says, I'd do anything.

I might get Tris back.

I might get Tris back.

It's been five years of drinking, one night stands, crying, and hurting. Is it possible I might actually get her back? I can't breathe again. My stomach fills with fear. I feel every nerve twitching. I don't know what to think. But I do know what I have to do. Drive.

I get in my car and type my address into the GPS. Ever since the factions were banished, society has taken on the same lifestyle from hundreds of years ago. We live in a democracy now; we use similar technology to what used to. It's an upgrade.

Several hours and phone calls with Zeke later, I arrive at the giant building he sent me to. Tris might be in here. I feel myself shudder. I think I'm going to pass out.

I park in the garage and make my way into the building. It's not crowded but it's not empty. It looks like a typical workplace for the high end people. My job as a computer engineer takes place in a small lab in a building so I shouldn't be saying anything. What place is this anyways? I spot Zeke talking up some woman in a tight skirt and I clear my throat behind them.

He turns around and grins at me. While the woman rolls her eyes and stomps away on her 6 inch high heels.

"Ok I'm here. Now what?" I ask. His face turns serious.

"She's alive. I saw her myself. She works on the 5th floor. This place is apparently a popular magazine place."

"A popular magazine place?"

"Yes. I don't know what else to call it. Anyway she is the vp of the entire business. She's probably loaded with money. She looked hot."

He saw her. Holy shit she's alive. She's alive. She's alive. She's alive. But if she's alive, whose body did I scatter the ashes of? No, she can't be alive. I kissed her dead, cold body. She never came for me. Rage fills me. She's alive and she never came for me. She made me think she was dead. How could she? I feel confused.

Zeke sees my expression and stiffens.

"I arranged a meeting with her. She thinks we're the agents of some celebrity that they can interview. I figured that once she sees us she'll remember us and we won't have to bullshit anything."

We ride the elevator to her floor and I try to calm myself. I think I'm having an anxiety attack. I just found out my dead girlfriend is alive and I'm going to see her. I'm going to see tris.

The elector dings and the doors slide open. I step out. Zeke does not.

"What are you doing?"

"Her office is two doors down the hallway. I think you should do this alone. Good luck."

Before I can stop the doors from closing, he is gone.

Shit.

I go into her office and look around. It's dull. Just a desk, chair and a poster in the wall that reads "VOGUE".

This could be her actual workplace. She probably comes here everyday. My knees wobble and my hands shake. I try to remember her. Her climbing the Ferris wheel, holding my hand, touching my tattoos, telling me she loves me. I hope she is the same person but I know that can't be true.

I hear the hushed voices of two people behind me.

I am not prepared for what I see.

I don't know what I was expecting. Probably the same sixteen year old girl with a small frame, short hair, and black clothing. That is not at all what stands before me.

She is glorious, that's for sure. I start at her feet. She's wearing the six inch heels much like the other woman in this building. Her tan legs lead up to the tight, short dress she wears. I've never even seen her in a dress before. Her hair is long and cascades down her back in beautiful curls. Her eyes are covered with the same dark stuff. She looks so good. She does not look sixteen. She must be twenty one now. She has the body of a Twenty one year old. Her chest is no longer small, her curves are much fuller. I realize I have been gawking at her for at least a full minute. It must seem so inappropriate.

"Can I help you?" She asks, sounding bored. A bit irritated I was just checking her out. Im confused. She hasn't seen me in 5 years and this is all she says? I thought we were in love. I know our relationship was filled with fights but we loved each other. Or maybe that was just me. I remember again, that I kissed her dead body. I'm even more baffled. How is she alive?

The man next who her who looks in his thirties speaks up.

"This is Justin's agent. He says he's due for an interview."

"Ahh. Okay." She looks me up.

"Does he speak?" She asks. I feel like an idiot. A misunderstood idiot. Did she forget me? What happened? I still haven't said anything. I can't speak. Tris is right in front of me. I could touch her and my hand won't go right through.

"Okay... Well I'm Beatrice Smith, and you are?"

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