A/N Hey everybody! So surprisingly this got a some good responses! Like I said in the last chapter this one is going to be pretty sad.

It is based off of the Aurora Movie Theater shooting that was in Colorado in 2012. I don't mean to offend anyone so please don't take it seriously.

My deepest regards to the 12 people that were killed during this tragedy three years ago.

Enjoy.


"Imagine your OTP doing the forehead touch as one of them dies in the others arms"

and

"Imagine Person A waking up from a terrible nightmare completely terrified and shaking.
Person B assures them it was only a dream before pulling A into their arms, lulling them to sleep.
Moment's later, A's alarm clock goes off, waking them up.
That's when A remembers: Person B died years ago."

Warning: Kinda sad


*Tris POV*

*2012*


"I literally can't even breath, I am so excited." I say. bouncing in the passenger seat of Tobias' car. Tobias laughs and kisses the knuckles of my hands that he's holding.

"I know, sweetheart. You've been talking about it for six months." he laughs.

"This is going to be awesome. I mean, Christian Bale, my God." I lean my head against the back of the seat and pretend to fan myself. "He's one fine specimen."

"Um newsflash. Your fiancé is right next to you." he squeezes my hand.

"But you're not Batman, so." I say with faux disappointment. Tobias sucks in a breath like he's about to respond but then nods.

"Yeah you're right." I giggle and press a kiss to his cheek. Soon he pulls up into the parking lot of the crowded theater and we hop out of the car. I pull our previously bought tickets out of my bag and present them to the ticket holder. It takes a at least fifteen minutes to get into the theater due to the massive swarms of people. There's quite a mix of fans in line. There are groups of friends in detailed costumes talking about the inaccuracy of the last film. There are bored significant others only here for their boyfriend or girlfriend. Then there's the parents with their hyperactive children who really shouldn't be out this late.

"Theater 9." someone tells us, then gestures to the hallway leading to the rooms. Tobias and I were seated close to the front much to my aversions. Guess we get that for not being here five hours in advanced. A slight breeze runs through theater making goose bumps appear on my bare arms.

"It's cold in here." I say to Tobias, not really whispering over the previews.

"Looks like the doors open." Tobias tells me, pointing to the open exit door.

"Why's it open?" I ask.

"How would I know?" he nudges my shoulder playfully. A few minutes later, the movie starts, capturing my complete attention. Roughly thirty minutes into the film, a man seated in front of us stands up and rushes out of the opened exit door. He soon returns holding something in his arms and wearing what looks to be a bullet proof best, but it seems slightly thicker. I tap on Tobias' arm, turning his focus to me.

"What do you think he's doing?" I whisper, pointing to the strange man.

"He's probably just in costume. A quarter of the people here are as well." he reassures me.

"Yeah, maybe." I say, but I'm still not convinced. About five minutes pass, and my unease still hasn't escaped me completely. "Tobias that guy is still freaking me out."

"Do you want to leave? We can come back again tomorrow, it's really no problem." he tells me.

"Are you sure you don't mind?" I feel bad for dragging him out to a theater an hour away from our apartment at midnight, just to leave forty minutes later.

"I'm postive I don't mind. Plus I'm actually kinda tired." I smile gratefully and kiss him lightly. We stand up from our seats and make our way to the hallway on the way to the door.

Everything seems to happen in slow motion. Two loud clanks come from right where we were sitting and something bursts into a thin cloud of what looks like smoke. The people in the third row immediately begin to cough and rub at their eyes. Most everyone in the theater stands up in alarm trying to get away from the gas. Suddenly loud gunshots ring through the large space knocking Tobias and I to the ground. The shots continue and I see some people collapse onto their seats, red busting from the wounds.

Tobias' hand weaves through mine and we struggle to our feet to run through the exit. Tobias stumbles every couple steps, but remains upright until we're out in the parking lot. Sounds of screaming and gunshots flood my ears and make my head ring. We make it to the middle of the lot when Tobias careens forward and crashes to the asphalt, his hand still in mine. I fall down to, pulled by the weight of my fiancé.

"Tobias," I say, turning to look at him. His eyes slowly open and close as they try to focus on me. That's when I notice the large scarlet stain on the front go his t-shirt. "Oh my God." I crawl to his side and put my hand on one side of his face. "Hey, can you hear me? You're going to be okay, alright? You're going to be okay." at this point I feel like the words are more for me than him. He groans and tips his head to the side.

"Tris," I think he mumbles. He gives me a pained smile. "Did I tell you that you look really beautiful tonight?" I laugh but realize it sounds more like a cough due to sob building in my chest. "Tris I-"

"Shut up, you're going to be alright." I slide the small ring off my left finger and put it in his palm, closing his fingers around it. "It would really suck if you didn't show up to our wedding right? You're kind of important in the whole process." a series of sirens cascade around me making Tobias' words almost impossible to hear.

"Can you kiss me please?" his voice sounds like a desperate child. I press my forehead to his and press a slow, languid kiss to his lips. "I love you." he says breathily.

"I love you too." I respond. I take his hand that's holding my engagement ring and draw my lips to it much like he did to me while driving here a mere two hours ago. "Oh God, Tobias I love you so, so much." I watch in agony as his eyelashes take longer and longer trips back to his brow.

"Ma'am you need to evacuate!" someone shouts at me, hauling me up to my feet.

"No I need to stay with him." I struggle against the persons arms as he pulls me farther and farther away. "Tobias!" I scream and I have just enough time to see him give me one last smile, before his eyes finally drift shut.

I turn into a kicking and screaming monster to try and return to my fiancés side but it's hopeless. Tears cloud my vision and the last image I have before I black out, is Tobias' final smile to me.


*Three Years Later*

*Present Day*


A shriek tears through my throat, jolting me awake. I block my ears to attempt to drown out the noises of gunshots that haunt my every day. I feel a pair of arms wrap around me and hold on tight.

"You're going to be okay." Tobias repeats one of the last things I said to him. "It's okay it was just a dream, I promise." half of me is telling myself that Tobias is dead and what's happening is completely impossible. But the other half is enjoying the embrace of the man I love. I rest my head on his chest, where the fatal gunshot was and lull myself back to sleep with the steady sound of his heartbeat.

When my phone alarm goes off in the morning I feel an odd sense of comfort surrounding me. I turn my head to the side of the bed where Tobias always slept and release a shaky breath. He made it to the hospital that night and the doctors performed a surgery to remove the bullet from his chest but they told me that he still might not wake up. I stayed with him everyday for days, holding his hand and talking to him as if he was still alive.

Tobias' doctor told me that he's become brain dead already and there wasn't anymore hope of him coming back. Two weeks later, they took him off the life support.

On June 6th, our original wedding date, Tobias Eaton died.

A/N My little sister was sitting next to me while I wrote this, and when I looked over she had these silent tears running down her face XD

Anyway, I tried my best to stick to the timeline of the actual shooting, but I obviously wasn't there, so I apologize if it's not perfect.

Plus James Eagen Holmes (the shooter) is on trial so yeah.

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