Hey all. This is just a one shot that is loosely based off a poem I wrote a few years ago when I thought that my then-boyfriend was going into the military. There are several discrepancies, though. Usually, from what I've heard and experienced, a tour overseas is more or less four years. I have changed that for the sake of the story and because FICTION. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this.

Tris' POV

I sit next to the Ferris wheel at the old Navy Pier. It's frigid in the Chicago wintertime and the Pier is abandoned. I am alone, and I'm glad. The crumpled up paper rests on the floor next to my feet. How can a practically weightless sheet of paper put so much weight on my heart?

My fingers play with the ring absentmindedly, and I allow the cold wind burn my eyes. Tears threaten to spill over, but I try my hardest to hold them back. He was supposed to be home in three weeks, but now… he won't be. Tobias isn't dead, I remind myself as I slide my ring back onto my ring finger of my left hand. I stand and go to the part of the wooden railing that he had so carefully etched in our names one late night when we were teenagers, only 15 and 17. We were so in love, and I'm in deeper love now.

I turn back to the Ferris wheel, but I don't really see it. I should have known from the second that he'd joined the Marines, that he would break his promise. How could I have been so stupid to think that he'd be able to come home from the war? My eyes focus back onto the Ferris wheel. Our entire love story revolves around here, on the Pier. We first met at the ticket booth. He kissed me for the first time at the top of that Ferris wheel. He told me that he loved me for the first time under the Pier, where we walked the shoreline in the moonlight. It was right here, next to our etched names, that he gave me the ring, promising me that he would marry me as soon as possible. It was at that bench where he told me he had enlisted and was going overseas. It is also where I read that Tobias, the love of my life, is missing in action.

I squeeze my eyes shut and slide to a sitting position next to the railing. One lone tear runs down my cheek and I put my forehead against my knees and wrap my arms tightly around me. I just have to accept that he is dead. Soldiers who are MIA are a lost cause, right? Until after the war? I should have listened to what the soldiers who delivered the news to me more before slamming the door in their faces.

I rub my stomach gently, feeling the bump that is just starting to form. It's been nearly four months since he left, and I found out I was pregnant a week later. Tobias never found out that he was going to be a father; I never had the chance to tell him. And I never will. "I'm so sorry, baby," I whisper. "Mommy loves you. Daddy will love you, too, if he ever gets the chance to see you. Mommy's sorry, baby. I should have told him." The tears pour more frequently now, landing in my lap. I hear the wooden planks of the Pier creak, but I ignore them. Probably some fisherman taking advantage of the colder weather. Whoever it is will probably not pay me any attention. Who really wants to deal with a 20 year old woman in a ball, alone, on the Navy Pier? They'd think I'm just a homeless person.

The creaking comes closer. "Beatrice Prior?" someone asks. My heart squeezes. I miss him so much that I'm now imagining his voice.

"How'd you find me?" I ask, my voice cracking through the tears.

"Your roommate, Christina, told me where to find you. I have some news from the United States –"

I sniffle. "Your friends already gave me the news, soldier. I don't want to be reminded that my boyfriend is MIA," I say somewhat harshly.

The soldier quietly sighs. "Ma'am, I'm afraid that I still need to give you the papers."

I wipe my tears from my eyes and look up at the soldier for the first time. The first thing I notice is that his hands are empty. Confused, I bring my gaze up and find myself staring into beautiful ocean blue eyes.

I get up and wrap my arms around his neck, sobbing with joy. "You're back. You're here. You're safe," I cry into his neck as he hugs my waist into him.

"I'm okay," he says, his voice cracking a little. I feel his lips brush my neck. "I made a promise to come home."

The end.

Aww cute ending right? Anyways, please let me know what you think. If I get a lot of thumbs ups on this, I might write a few more one-shots based off poems I've written over the years.

Be brave and please review.