I tried. First Fan fiction. Takes place when Tris goes back to Four's place after she was jumped. One shot. - YoungWriter15

Tobias POV

I don't get it. I don't fall for girls like her. I don't fall in love in general. There is no point. You don't stay together forever. You move on. If there is something I have learned living in Dauntless for half my life and before living with Marcus is that...No one actually cares about you. You are alone in this world. The universe is filled with cold hearts and stab wounds. No more, no less. No need to fall in love. There is no such thing as love anymore. We destroyed it. But...I'm standing here. I am standing here in front of this girl that I've only met for a short period of time. Her brown-green eyes, fair-porcelain skin, dark blonde-thick hair pulled back into a ponytail..and I can't help but think I have fallen in love with her. She's weak but strong. A fighter. Not like most of the adrenaline junkies in Dauntless. She's a warrior.

"Fear doesn't shut you down, it wakes you up. I've seen it." I said to her, as I dab the blood of her wounded hand. She just got jumped by 3 initiates by the pit. I was taking a walk late at night and heard screams. I saw three guys with black masks on trying to push her off the chasm, I ran and beat them off of her and led her back to my place to help clean her up and calm her down.

I am knelt in front of her in my dark-lit room, as she sits on the bed with her hand in mine as I dab the red thick blood off with a towel. Her hands are so warm. All the girls that spent the night in my place have always had cold hands. Like they didn't have a soul. Brainwashed with the cruel reality of what our world has become, and was just spent the night looking for a one night stand and then just left afterwards. No emotion. But hers...warm... they lit a fire inside the pit of my stomach and made me feel like I was home. I've never had a home. But maybe "home" is just two arms holding you together while everything is falling apart. She was my home.

"This is so hard...being in Dauntless. I'm not gonna make it." She whispers, trying to hold back tears.

I stare into her watery eyes. They're filled with a mix of emotions. Anger, sorrow, regret, sadness, fear, bravery...divergence. But they're also stitched together with so much passion. I can't keep up with my feelings towards her. I've promised myself I was going to protect her...no matter what.

"I'm not gonna let that happen Tris..." I say. That is her name. Tris Prior. Abnegation born.

She was the first jumper. An Abnegation born. Even I wasn't the first jumper. And that's how I noticed her. I pulled her grey clothed body down from the net and looked into her eyes. An inner incisiveness wide and wavering. She had a certain thing about her that just made me feel alright whenever I look at her. The way she helps people in need. Like Al. She said something to Eric and took Al's place in standing in front of the knives I was throwing just to prove a point and to help her friend in need. And the way she jumped...no one will ever forget that the Stiff jumped first. She is brave.

"How?.." She whispers. She looks down and sniffles. I can't stand to look at her like this. She is so upset, It makes me want to kill Eric for making the rule of the initiates having to leave if they're not good enough.

She brings up her head, lets out a small laugh and wipes her tears with the sleeve of her black knit sweater. "I'm sorry for wasting your time Four...I'll see you tomorrow for training. Thank you." She get's up and starts to head for the door before I grab her wrist and turn her around to face me. She looks confused and searches for an explanation. But all I can give her is silence. I don't have an explanation. I just don't want her to leave. She is the only thing keeping me together. I just stare blankly in her eyes, while her eyes are filled with wonder.

She looks into my eyes and waits a second. Her eyes are like microscopic diamonds, fiery, dangerous. I don't give any emotion. I don't have any emotion. I try to give her as much as a "Please don't leave" with my eyes, but nothing happens. Like staring to a mirror. Time has stopped it feels. Like nothing is going on outside of my apartment door. No factions, no wars, a normal world. A dream. She looks down and gently slips her small wrist from my hand. I exhale and snap back into reality and the world begins to start up again. As soon as she did that, I felt a rush of cold presence return to my body, like drinking cold ice water that shivers down your spine in the winter. Tris turned to walk away for the door again. She opened it, she looked as if she was waiting for me to ask her to stay. I didn't say anything. My mouth was sewed shut, but my eyes were drowning with pleads.

"Goodbye.." she said softly. Almost into a whisper. She led out a small smile, and her eyes showed a sparkle and the door clicked behind her. Seeing her leave made me feel like I had a dark hole in my chest. Like I was nothing without her. A black hole. I wanted her to stay.

But I just let her go.