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Uriah POV

I always knew I was going to die. I never thought I would live forever; but knowing the day I'm going to die sends chills down my back.

Zeke, Damn I am going to miss him. I never thought I would, but being here knowing I can't even say goodbye one final time saddens me. Zeke and I were very close for dauntless standards. He was the father I never had. Every question I had he answered, every problem I had he fixed, and all the hard times we went through he was there for me. I never appreciated it but now all I want to do is thank him for all he has done. Well I kind of also want to go zip lining one more time with him, even though he threatened me every time that he wasn't going to fasten my harness. I mentally curse at myself; I can't even remember the last thing I said to him. He was the great big brother and I was the unappreciative dumbass. I wish I could see him one more time, but we all want things we can't get.

I stop thinking and try to listen to my surroundings. I secretly hope that I hear someone coming to visit me, to talk to me even though I can't respond. My hope vanishes within seconds when all I hear is the sound of the heart monitor. They only thing that confirms I haven't died yet.

It's been so lonely lately. Normally Christina comes once a day but I haven't seen her – heard her – in days. Tris hasn't been here in what feels like weeks but I know it has probably been one week. It's strange, she never came nearly as often as Christina but she has never been gone this long. I wonder if she's all right.

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Four POV

I am an idiot. Everything I do is wrong. My own mother didn't want me. She said it was to protect me but that was a lie. My father beat me because I wasn't a good kid. All my life I thought that it was him. I thought he was abusive and sadistic but after the current chain of events I realized it's me. My fault, I disserved it. I am stupid and reckless and I hurt other people. I pick up the lamp on the wooden side table. The grooves on the handle fit perfectly around my hand. I thrust the lamp forward shattering the glass door that Christina was about to walk through.

I start to panic, what if I hurt her; I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I hurt another person. I jump out of the chair and run to the door. When I see Christina I take a moment to inspect her. Not one scratch, I release a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Christina I'm so sorry, are you okay! I can't believe I almost hurt someone else –"

"Four Stop," Christina says. Her voice forceful but caring. "Are you okay?"

I look at her incredulously. Is she kidding? I almost hit her with a lamp and had thousands of broken glass pieces cut her. "Am I okay? Christina are you okay"

"I wasn't close enough to the door for anything to happen" She says quickly "Stop avoiding the question Four, are you okay?" she sounds impatient but concerned.

I walk towards the chair with my head down. I sit down and place my hands in my face. I inhale and exhale deeply then look up at Christina. "I just don't know anymore, when we left Chicago –" I trail off, too ashamed to admit it. "Zeke" I stop again, "Zeke asked me to keep Uriah safe and I didn't. I even lost Tris"

Christina bends down and lifts my head up so I am looking at her. Her dark eyes full of empathy. She looks like she is about to cry but Christina is too strong for that. I always wondered how Tris and her where such good friends, they were polar opposites. They were the same in their love for adventure and recklessness and being dauntless, but physically and characteristically they were different. Christina is tall with long slender legs and a svelte frame. Her hair and eyes a dark brown; while Tris was short, not many curves but beautiful to me and her eyes were a striking grayish-blue. Tris hated shopping and going out while Christina lived for it. Christina was a candor. I hate candors, they think they can say anything and Christina normally did. Tris always knew when to say or not say something. I miss her so damn much. My thoughts are interrupted by Christina's voice. She is speaking in a soft whisper, her voice sounds pained.

"You know, I understand. You think I don't because you find me a stupid candor but I do"

"Christina –"

I am cut off by her before I can finish "Don't make excuses Four, I know you always thought I was annoying" Christina laughs a little under her breath. "I know what it feels like to lose someone close to you. I lost Will. I only knew him a little while but the impact is life long. I know that with Tris it's probably even harder. The pain you feel in your chest that restricts your breathing and makes you feel like there's nothing left to live for is only temporary, trust me." She gives me a weak smile and continues, "and with Uriah, it wasn't your fault"

I look at her, my eyes full of anger, "You can't say it wasn't my fault! He would still be here, making jokes if I didn't agree with Nita and go along with her plan. I helped make that explosion happen!

Christina puts her hands on my shoulders to calm me and says, "Four, you thought you were damaged, any normal person would be upset. They told you that you had bad genes, how can anyone leave a conversation like that feeling sane." All you wanted to do was prove that you were just as good as the GP's. No one blames you."

"Zeke blames me, he won't even look at me." I say

"Well then lucky for you I have experience in the whole my friend killed someone close to me thing" I give her a cold stare not appreciating the joke. "Look, Tris killed Will and I hated her for it, but I forgave her. I realized that it wasn't her fault and that what happened in the past is in the past. Zeke will forgive you just like I forgave Tris. Just give him time he will come around, I promise" She smiles at me trying to give me reassurance.

I can't help but pray she's right. I need Zeke to forgive me.

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Christina POV

I sat and stared as Four and I thought about all that has happened since we got here. How can it be possible that Peter and I are the only initiates left? How have we lost so many people? My train of thought is disrupted when Zeke comes rushing through the door.

When Four sees him he immediately stands and makes an attempt to talk to him. Zeke just walks past him brushing his shoulder purposely.

"Christina, were are about to unplug Uriah, come." He waves his hand towards the door.

I stand and think for a moment. Oh Uriah, I'm going to miss you. I look up at Zeke. He looks disheveled and tired. He probably hasn't slept since he found out about Uriah. His eyes have bags underneath them and he is hunched over.

I walk over to the door ready to say my final goodbye. I look back and wave for Four to follow. Even if Zeke is acting cold towards him, Four shouldn't miss this. He doesn't move so I run over to him, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the door. When I reach the door Four lets go and walks the rest of the way without me pulling him. I enter the room to see what I have been seeing for the past week. Uriah is lying down in the bed. He looks pale. Its hard not seeing him the way he used to be, full of life and character. Now he just looks so still and lifeless.

David walks in. Even though he was part of what caused this mess with Uriah, he is still the head of the Bureau and has the right to click the final the button. When Four notices him he grows tense, his eyes turn cold and his breathing hard. He starts to walk towards him but I hold him back.

"Four. Stop." I pull him outside the room to not cause a seen during this important moment.

"How can he just go in there and unplug Uriah after all he's done!" Four is now seething, "He killed Tris he can't just go in there like nothing happened"

"Actually Four he can. He doesn't even remember what happened. Remember we released the memory serum." I am loosing patience with Four, he cannot ruin this moment for Uriah's mom and Zeke. "Four you can watch from the window or leave but you can't come in. I can't let you ruin this."

I walk back in the room and prepare myself for what is about to happen. Uriah's mom, Hana, is crying into Zeke's shoulder. Zeke's eyes are glossed over and his fists are clenched.

David wheels over to the monitors and presses the final button and the heart monitor goes flat.

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