I hate being here sometimes. How could I decline the position as training initiates? I've always loved kids, it's the little bit of Abnegation in me. But every time I step anywhere close to the fighting ring, it hurts. Sometimes literally, from demonstration sparring, or from the flashbacks. I can't stop thinking about Al and Edward every time I go into the initiate's room. Of course, Tobias is there. Whenever I wake up in the night screaming, he helps. I am his, and he is mine. Forever.

We finally finish with the kids. The targets are riddled with bullets, and for some reason the kids are incapable of putting their guns away. They're scattered across the concrete, left in the wake of exhausted teenagers. I make my way over to the targets, getting ready to gather up the thick foam circles when Four's arms stop me. "Later." He whispers, pulling me backwards and towards the door. I squeal, smacking misplaced punches against his arms. He drags me across the compound, and we finally reach the place where we jumped. He tosses me onto the net, and I laugh as the nylon stretches around me. I love the feeling, I've loved it since the first time. He sits next to me, on the steps that lead down from the pit. I make my way across the net, grabbing his hand lightly.

"Hey." His solemn stare breaks and he looks up. "I didn't forget what today is." He smiles, making his way over to the net. Our fingers lock into each other, and he pushes himself onto me. Our faces hover close to each other, and I inhale deeply, admiring his chiseled features. After what seems like eternity, he finally kisses me. His lips press against mine, and his hands entwine in my hair. I moan through his lips as his tongue pushes into my mouth. My arms grip his shoulder blades and he presses harder into me. His body molds into mine, and I can feel his bulging muscles through the thin black shirt.