I wrote this on 12/23/13 for my friend.
Merry Trismas, Mary. I usually have no heart when it comes to fanfiction, but you are my friend and I did a good.
"Tris?" Yawn. "What'r-" Yawn. "-ou doing?"
"Damn nightmares again," she grumbled.
"Still?"
"Yeah," she nodded, truthfully. Tris had been having the nightmares for months. The thought of having actually killed someone haunted her sleep-which was inevitably supposed to be a peaceful aspect of her life. She didn't know what to make of it. She had the gun in her hand. She aimed it. She pulled the trigger. All her. But it was the physical action that was. Not the mental. She wasn't thinking straight. All Tris wanted to do in that moment was make a change. Protect her friends. Her family. Even if she didn't know it then, sacrificing one life had set her on a path to save countless others.
"You wanna stay here?" Tobias asked her, like he always did.
"Sure," she answered, per usual. She always found herself in his bed every night. He protected her, and would keep her safe. She wrapped herself in the blankets, letting Tobias lean in to pull her close. She smelled like mint; her favorite shampoo. He kissed her cheek, making her smile as he rested his hand on her waist. "Goodnight, Tobias."
"Night, Six." Her erratic breaths became softer and steadier; he could feel it, his hand moved by her each and every breath. She looked so at peace when she was asleep. Her face softened, no longer her strong, brave face she put on for world. For once, to him, she looked like a sweet helpless girl. That's probably how she truly was deep inside, but her choice of Dauntless kept her from being herself. But, oh, was she brave. Tris proved her bravery time after time, but never really had time to be herself. Soften up. She was not that brave face she put on every day. She was fragile. Weak. And he loved her just the way she was.