Disclaimer: I do not own divergent or any of its characters (unless introduced by myself). It all belongs to Veronica Roth.

Tris

I have this theory. And If you knew me, I think you would have to agree. My theory evolved around the lives of others, as well as the life of myself. It is the reason people shouldn't come close to me. They should avoid disaster and catastrophe.

The theory; Everyone who comes near me gets hurt, and potentially dies. This theory couldn't be more true right now, in the situation I face.

"Tris!" Tobias yells across the cafeteria, trying to beat the dauntless buzz, "Where did you go?"

He smoothly makes his way over to me, then quickly takes a seat at our table. "Where do you think? Mars?" I start to laugh, and then stop abruptly at the serious look on his handsome face.

"Tris, I am serious, you can't just leave like that!" Tobias' voice begins to rise, and his forehead gleans with sweat, clear signs of his emotional trauma.

I caress his face, suddenly feeling guilty "Honey, I am never leaving you, calm down. I just came to get some food, Okay?" My attempts at finishing this conversation which is occurring in front of our friends are demolished.

"Tris, I didn't know where you were! Please tell me when you go somewhere. Please. I just don't want to loose you..." His voice is laced with sadness as he finally acknowledges the food in front of him and takes a hamburger.

"Okay, I will. But please do not let my history make you worried about me. I assure you, I don't want to leave, okay?" I lean in meet his lips while taking his hand in mine. When he looks happy enough, I turn to our friends, who all look at us with sadness and awe. All but Lynn, who just stares at our figures in disgust due to the show of affection.

"Ugh, you guys really need to get a room! I am trying to eat here!"

Ever since my drastic actions in saving Chicago from being memory wiped were performed, Tobias has been particularly observant over everything I do. I think his main concern is my "recklessness", as he likes to call it. He thinks I'm going to kill myself at any second, in other words. But I cannot blame him; I did nearly go.

I don't remember much about what happened after I was shot by David, which is no wonder, because I was in a coma. I do remember thinking, though. A lot. I thought about whether I wanted to fight anymore. I thought about Tobias. I thought about the consequences of facing what waited for me in the world.

There were multiple times when I did want to join my parents, and I was so close. But I couldn't. And so I didn't. I came back to Tobias, who needed me the most, as I could clearly tell when I regained consciousness.

So now, Tobias is left over protective and worried, all the time, and I am left feeling extremely guilty for all I have done. I am selfish and weak.

"Hey, guys? We are going to head back to our apartment, Okay?" I state, wanting to escape the eyes penetrating my small figure and somehow smooth the tension between Tobias and I.

"Okay, later." Zeke waves us off, "We'll see you guys tomorrow."

We exit the large open space and begin travelling down one of the dark hallways in silence, gripping onto each others hands. Tobias is silent as I look up at his face. He is always looking extremely tense these days, and I just want him to relax. But I don't know what to say; I've never been the wordy type.

We finally reach our apartment, the same one he owned during my initiation. He opens the door and holds it open for me, motioning me in. I travel inwards, and plonk myself onto the bed. I stare at Tobias as he shuts the door and gets himself a glass of water.

It is still silent, until he speaks up, "Tris, I'm not mad at you..."

"I never said I was mad, Tobias," I respond quickly, while persisting cautiousness. I don't want him to explode. He walks over to me and sits alongside my left thigh.

"Well, good. I am just very... I guess, on edge these days. And I just want you to be safe. You are my everything, and after what has happened, I just don't want anything bad to happen to you. I would never forgive myself if you were to get hurt. I can't live without you, Tris. I nearly died when you were in that coma! " His statement just makes me feel even guiltier, and I must show it in my expressions - which he can read like nothing else - , because he immediately reevaluates.

"No, no, no, don't do that. It was really hard for me, you must understand?" I begin getting teary. I nearly killed him. I never knew this. He doesn't deserve this.

"Yo-ou nearly d-died? Because of m-me?" I say through tears, "This isn't good f-for you! I'm n-not good for y-you! You don't d-deserve..."

"Stop, Tris!" Tobias gently shakes my shoulders before resting his hands on my, now damp, cheeks. "I nearly died because I love you, like I have never loved anyone before. You were, and still are, my everything. And don't you ever, ever again say that you are not good for me. You are beautiful, and that is why I didn't want to live without you. If it makes you feel any better, I feel like I don't deserve you either, sometimes." He smiles, that gorgeous smile that would make anything melt; Even the hardest gold. His soft facial features are what calm me down. They always do.

"Okay," I say quietly, "I love you."

"I love you too, Tris. Get some rest, okay, we will talk some more in the morning." And with that he kisses me, soft and loving, while wrapping his arms around my waist. I kiss back, until he helps me lie back onto the sheets. I feel stiff, until his warm body slides onto the bed and his arms wrap around my torso. Then, I feel safe and calm.

Well, this is my first story. Yay! I hope I did okay. If you have any suggestions please comment and keep criticism constrictive thanks. That would be very helpful.

I would just like to say that Tris may seem a bit out of character here (with the whole crying thing), but the trauma they went through was very emotional. They are trying to work back into the routine of life with the past (and what could have been deadly) hanging over them.

Goodbye! Thanks for reading xx