Chapter Three
A/N: Oi!
Did you people not get the memo?
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Chapter 3:
I sigh as I read through Four's note at the end of his book again, sitting on my sofa. I have the house to myself today.
Alone.
I hear a soft cracking sound coming from upstairs. It must be a bird. I listen for more sounds, like tweeting.
Nothing.
Just silence.
Confused, I look back to the notebook and begin flipping through the pages of Four's beautifully drawn animals. That's when I hear it.
Beeping.
From our safe room.
It sounds like somebody knows our code and is taking something of mine, for the sound isn't an alarm. It can't possibly be him.
He hasn't visited in a month! Still, I can't help but cling on-to the tiny shred of hope that says it is him. That Four came back. I listen for the tell-tale beeping again.
Silence.
It must be him.
Nobody can do that.
Four's come back!
Giddy with joy, I leap up from my seat and bound up the stairs, anxious to see this man who I fell in love with after one night. I open the door to the safe room, fighting the smile off my face when I see his dark-clothed figure.
"Four?" He turns, fixating his brilliant blue eyes on me.
"Tris. Hello again." He responds. I forgot how magical his voice is.
"You came back. Why?" I ask him, scared of what his answer might be.
"2 things. The most important one, to tell you to stop. We can never be a thing. Accept it, Beatrice." He says, his eyes soft. I think of an excuse to get him to stay.
"You said love at the end of your note." I say, hoping he doesn't see us as a lost cause.
"Yes, I did. But we can't go through this, Tris. I don't want to hurt you anymore than I already have." His eyes are pained and I blink back tears. How could he do this to me?
How could I fall for him?
I'm crying now, and he comes up to me, enveloping me in his arms.
The man who hurt me is now trying to help me get over the pain.
I sniff and look up at Four, his face hidden by an identical mask has we wore on our night. The day we met.
"Why? Who are you?" I ask, the tears starting to surface again.
"I'm a thief. I steal things. I don't want to do this to you." Through his response, I can tell he's hurt by this conversation as well.
"You already have." I'm mad now, pushing him away from me. As soon as he arms aren't around me, I burst into more tears. Four, being the guy that he is, comes back towards me and hugs me again, rubbing my back soothingly.
"You don't have to leave." I'm hopeful that he'll stay with me.
"I do. I don't want to put you in danger." His voice is gentle, so I know he's being sincere.
"But, you already have. I already love you!" I cry out. Why can't he get the memo?
"And I you. This hurts me too, Tris!" His voice is menacingly quiet.
"Whatever." I turn to leave, but when he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into his chest, I loose it.
"Just one more day? Christina's not coming back until Friday." I whisper.
"Only until Friday." That's 3 days. Of him.
Of us.
SNEAK PEEK AT THE NEXT CHAPTER:
"'Why don't you ever take off your mask around me?'
'It could be dangerous.' His response is wary, not entirely true.
'So you can't make one exception?' I say while tracing my fingers along his bare chest."
