A/N: Hey readers! Hope you enjoy this fic. This chapter is rated M just in case because of mention of sexual content. As always, I don't own Divergent.

I hold my arms around him, our faces are mere inches from each other. I stare into his eyes which are a warm, deep blue. I feel guilty knowing what I'm about to do, lying to him once again but I can't stay here and see more people hurt because of me. I can't do it, I can't do but leaving him at the same time feels wrong. His lips meet mine as I feel his warmth, the longing for something more. I grab the back of his shirt as he pulls mine until we are both in front of each other, panting and shirtless. I touch his chest, running my hand down it until I meet the waistband of his pants while he reaches for and unhooks my bra. "Beautiful" he murmurs to me as he cups one of my breasts and kisses me near the tattoo on my collarbone. I remove his pants to reveal his boxers and kiss his neck as he starts to work on mine.

I've never wanted someone like this, I've never even really considered having sex aside from after my final simulation but I can't stop myself. The warmth, the feeling of his body against mine is like ecstasy. I can't resist it. "Are you sure, Tris?" he asks, looking up at me with an eyebrow. I nod my head and stroke his cheek as his fingers fumble on my underwear. We stand close now, both fully undressed. I find my way to the bed we share, lying flat while he climbs on top of me. "Ready?" he asks and I nod. I feel his gentle, steady thrusts enter me as my finger traces his face and runs down his face. Our lips meet again as I taste his lips and feel his strong, muscular body. We continue for awhile until he brushes my hair with his hand and lays next to me.

He holds me in his arms until he falls asleep and I have to figure out my plan to leave him. I have to leave him, I have to but I don't want to at the same time. A pang of guilt hits me as I leave his arms and get dressed to leave. "I love you." I whisper towards his sleeping form and a tear rolls down my cheek. I have to do this, it's no time for crying I tell myself but the pain and ache still remain as I slowly exit the room and take one last look at him before I go. I make my way to Erudite headquarters and force myself not to think of Tobias. Instead, I feel determined. I know my fate is not likely to be good but I will save people from dying so I try to focus on that. I've been waiting to find a way to sacrifice myself for others and this will be it. This is what I can do.

Peter finds me once I'm in Erudite and places me in a small cell. I pace, panicking about being somewhere I can't escape. Panic leaves me as my mind switches back to Tobias. How long will it be until he realizes what I've done? What will they do to me? I think. A rush of tears finds it's way down my face until I am sobbing so hard that I can't breathe. I will die here. I will never see him again, I'll never get the chance to apologize. I'm done, my life's purpose served. I'm trapped, I think to myself.

Jeanne collects me and leads me down a long white tiled hallway. I follow her into a room with a cold metal table. I don't like this room one bit but I refuse to show her my uneasiness. I'm taken slightly aback as she explains that I will be studied, tested on and then executed after my purpose has been served. The last part makes me shiver, I stare at the metal table and think I will die here. I will die here just like I thought, just like she wants…

Peter leads me to a room with a large MRI machine. I cooperate but only after I negotiate with Jeanne. The small space scares me so I close my eyes and try to distract myself from the space and the noise. We walk back towards my cell when I see a young man thrashing, restrained by two Dauntless guards. I gasp as I realize who is a: Tobias. Something like a shriek and a cry escapes me as I see the blood on his face and shirt. My feet are stuck, in shock as Peter tries to push me towards him. I can't move. I finally push myself towards him, screaming because I don't know why he's here, why he came here. I was supposed to be the only sacrifice here, I was the only one who is supposed to die. Not him, not him. He tells me that if I die, he dies too but it's not supposed to go like this. It's not. It's the repercussions of what I chose, he says but it's not supposed to be. It can't be. I can't let him die too, I can't.

Once I reach my cell, I drop to the ground instantly as I hyperventilate and sob. He came to die with me, I realize which makes me sob even harder. I try to resume breathing normally to stop the tears that floor endlessly but I can't. Peter leaves me and I sob until I can't produce any more tears and exhaustion lulls me to sleep.