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Gone

I wake up smiling, expecting to see the face of the woman I love sleeping beside me. She is the reason I stay alive.

But Tris isn't there.

I tell myself to calm down. She probably just went to get some breakfast and goof around with Uriah. After all, she's useless on an empty stomach.

I dress quickly and go to the cafeteria, praying to every deity I know of that I'll find her there. Instead, Uriah is yawning as he piles some waffles on his plate. I approach him and say, "Has Tris been here?"

Uriah jumps a little. "Oh, hey, Tobias. No, I haven't seen her. She's around here somewhere."

"You're probably right. I just panicked when she wasn't in bed this morning."

A smirk appears on his face. "Did you guys finally do it?"

I am confused. "'It?'"

Uriah groans like I'm an idiot. "You know…it! Did you go all the way, I mean."

My face heats. "Of course not!" I stammer.

Uriah just grins knowingly. "Tell me when you find her. I'm gonna take her zip lining. Oh, you can come too." With that he sits at his table and starts shoving his waffles in his mouth.

After about an hour of Futile searching, I come to terms with the truth. If no one has seen her, she must be gone. No one could mistake Tris for anyone else. She is the first jumper, first ranked in initiation. She is Six, just as I am Four. She is Divergent.

She is gone.

I do not want to exist if she's not by my side. I serve no purpose.

I have no life unless Tris lives it with me.

My eyes snap open as I cry out Tris's name. My breathing is haggard, and, beside me, I feel a form shift. Tris's head raises and she says sleepily, "Is something wrong, Tobias?"

I jerk my arm, and my hand brushes over her bulging stomach. I remember that Tris is now my wife and she is pregnant with our first child. The dream is not real.

I stroke her hair gently. "It was just a dream, Tris. I'm sorry; just go back to sleep."

She complies and she is asleep before her eyes even close. I watch the steady rise and fall of her chest for a few moments before I, too, lie down. No matter how many fears I conquer, that will always be there.

The fear that she leaves me.