Again thank you for all of your responses. From reviews (thank you mcblue12!), PMs, favorites/follows, and readers - I'm honored!This chapter was somewhat difficult for me to write, so forgive me if it seems a little complicated at times, but it will answer a lot of questions!

Song Suggestion: Halo, by Beyoncé

Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent or its characters, they all belong to Veronica Roth.

"Hit me like a ray of sun
Burning through my darkest night
You're the only one that I want
Think I'm addicted to your light"

x-Beyoncé

I say his name only one more time while wrapping my arms around him to return his hug.

"You're…crushing me…Four!" He fights between breaths.

I had no idea I was holding onto him so tight and let go immediately and begin rubbing the back of my neck nervously. He takes a step back clutching his waist as if I damaged him.

"Man, you were never one for affection. I honestly would have expected to get punched before I seen that coming."

His laugh is as genuine as the very first time I heard it. I drift momentarily as I remember that it was not long after initiation was over, and Zeke introduced me to his family.

I feel the guilt beginning to circulate through my mind again. I'm part of the reason they can no longer enjoy his company, even all of his ridiculous antics. I feel Tris' hand through my jacket as she rubs between my shoulder blades. It's as if she could sense the struggle I was having with this reunion. With this entire place.

I watched Uriah's mouth move as he continued talking, but it's like I went deaf because I cannot hear any of it. I have so many things I want to say to him yet finding the right phrase is becoming harder every time I'm forced to speak.

"Uriah I'm so sorry. I know I can't take back what I done, and I know I don't deserve it but I hope more than anything, that you can forgive me."

The words escape my mouth before I can stop myself and I'm left searching his now emotionless face for a reply.

He takes a deep breath before releasing a simple: No.

I feel my entire body become heavy, and my heart sinks even lower than before. I'm just about to plead my case with him when he throws his head back, howling a fit laughter that echoes throughout the dining hall.

"I'm sorry..." he begins between the fits." I couldn't pass up the opportunity, you should have seen your face, man! Of course I forgive you, hell I never even blamed you. None of us can say what we would have done if faced with the same decision, and besides it was Nita's bomb, not yours."

I open my mouth to speak but suddenly an object is propelled across the room, hitting Uriah directly in the back of the head. We look down out of curiosity, at the muffin that now lies next to Uriah's boot, and search the many faces that fill the hall. It's immensely obvious when I spot Lynn leaning against a laughing Marlene for support from her own giggling, holding her sides failing to suppress her guilty expression. Uriah must have followed my gaze because it is not a moment later that he turns on his heel to pursue his "attackers". I catch Marlene wave to me as Lynn quickly tugs her along by her arm through the tables in attempt to escape Uriah's revenge, but he takes the time to shout his goodbyes ("I'll see you later Tris, you too Four!" ) before they turn a corner leaving our view.

The weight I was feeling seemed to diminish without me noticing, because my elation has found its way back, flooding my entire body. I release the breath I had not even realized I was holding letting out a laugh of my own. I remember seeing the three of them together every single day at Dauntless, but I never had an idea of how much I had missed their presence until now. The peace they seemed to gain here ignited something inside me that I have not seen a glimpse of in months - hope.

I turn to Tris who is beaming up at me: I have one more thing I want to show you before we discuss all of this.

Her words bring a small amount of fear into my heart, for I don't know how many more surprised I can handle in one day.

I return her smile though, and hold my arms out to my side: I'm all yours.

She bites her lower lip at my statement. This sends a terribly missed sensation throughout my body. I attempt to suppress it as she unties the silk sash from the waist line of her dress. I have to admit she makes it awful hard to keep my composure. I let a smirk creep onto my lips when she brings the sash to cover my eyes, and ties it loosely on the back of my head. I didn't even consider my claustrophobia when being blindfolded, but it brings back the all too familiar sense of the tiny upstairs closet in my father's old home. My muscles become tense and suddenly my heart is racing.

"Trust me." Tris whispers in my ear, close enough for me to feel her breath against my skin.

The result is instantaneous. I can feel myself becoming calm again. Tris wraps her fingers in my own, and leads me through a maze of twists, turns, steps, and inclines (all in silence) before she finally halts unexpectedly front of me causing me to bump into her slightly.

She laughs at this, forcing me to do the same. I can faintly hear the turning of a knob followed by a familiar creek of a door before she gently pulls the sides of my jacket leading me with her. She wraps her hands around my neck, pushing me closer to her and I feel her soft lips against mine. I almost fail at trying not to press too hard into her while her fingers make their way through my hair and tug the fabric loose from my face.

I am greeted with a bright light causing me to blink a few times before I can take in our surroundings. The words "Fear God Alone" are the first things I register, which makes me realize we are standing in my old apartment. As I examine further I notice it isn't how I left it. There are dishes on the counter beside to the sink, coffee in the pot next to the refrigerator, books scattered across the kitchen table, and my bed is messy as if someone had been sleeping in it. I look at Tris as she is chewing the inside of her cheek, waiting for my response.

"You've been living here?" I can hear the astonishment in my own voice as I reach the revelation.

She smiled widely and simply nods her head.

"But, why?"

My question is guided by pure confusion, but she doesn't seem to mind giving me the answer.

"It was the place I felt closest to you when I couldn't be near you. I was fascinated by being in the same room that you spent all of your time in. Your covers and pillows still smell just like you, it's actually pretty intoxicating at times. I've even borrowed a few shirts from time to time..." she trails off with a small laugh before she becomes quiet. "You don't mind, do you?"

I caught the hint of reservation in her voice, and she begins chewing on her cheek again. I cannot fathom the right words to tell her how honored I am that she had been doing this, it felt as if she were choosing to love me even after life and my soul was overflowing with admiration for her.

I decide that words are not my best asset at the time, but instead I close the gap between us in a single stride and rest my forehead against hers. She closes her eyes gently when I bring my left hand to her face, caressing her cheek with my thumb and placing the remaining fingers behind her ear. I can feel her leaning into me and I take a moment to simply observe her beauty in the silence.

"I have missed this so much." She breathes.

"I can't even describe how much I've missed it more."

I smile, not being able to contain the happiness I feel even over all the confusion that this place brings. I'm not sure I care about logic anymore. I'm not sure I even want to ask the remaining questions. The only thing I'm sure of is that I never want this to fade away. She pulls back slightly to look into my eyes.

"As much as I'd love to stay like this forever, we have to talk about this Tobias." Her voice almost sounds grim, but I chose to brush it off, blaming it on my imagination.

She takes her hand in mine and leads me to my (or her) bed before sitting down, patting the space beside her for me to sit. I gladly oblige, and simply stare at her as she tries to find the right things to say. She opens her mouth to speak, but a knock at the door interrupts it.

"Come in." She sighs.

A young boy dressed in classic Candor fashion (a white shirt and black slacks) stands in the doorway.

"Your parents are back, Tris. You wanted me to inform you when they returned, so here I am!" He says excitedly.

She laughs at the boy before she thanks him. "I appreciate your swift action James, but I can't visit them at the moment. If you could relay that information to them I would be very grateful."

He smiles at her. I think he's going to just shut the door and do what she asked, but first he rushes to her and wraps his arms around her. She encloses him in a warm embrace, kissing his hair, and my heart swells watching them. She would have been a wonderful mother. I slightly choke on the thoughts as they process.

"I'll see you soon kid." She says.

He simply nods before releasing her and running out the door, closing it behind him.

"Wait. Your parents are here?" I feel almost embarrassed from asking so quickly.

She continues to look at the ground for a moment then looks at me with a grin. "That's what I'm trying to explain to you Tobias. We're all here. My parents, Uriah, Lynn, Marlene, Tori, and countless more." She pauses. "Even Al...and Will."

I search her eyes for the hundredth time since seeing her only hours ago, trying to comprehend what she is telling me.

"We never really left, well not exactly. We just existed differently. That's what I meant when I said I've watched the punishments you've put yourself through. I was there, every day by your side. You just couldn't see me as I could you. I tried so hard to communicate with you. I wanted to comfort you. I wanted to tell you all the things I couldn't before. I wanted to take back ever leaving you without an explanation, but I quickly realized it was impossible."

"I didn't understand it all at first, and had a horrible time trying to grasp it when my mother explained it to me at the bureau. It turns out that my parents were with us the entire time as well." She smiles at me before continuing.

"They told me they spent most of their time with Caleb, hoping that they could miraculously guide him from the self-destructive path he had put himself on. When they witnessed me forcing him to stand down from the mission they matched me step for step as I confronted David."

I can hear her voice crack and immediately pull her into an embrace, wrapping my arms securely around her waist. She let soft sobs pour while she rested her arms around my neck and buried her face into my shirt. I took the time to comfort her, rubbing her hair softly and simply letting her release the emotions she's clearly hidden for far too long. I also utilize the silence to run all the information through my mind gain.

I am here.

I am with the love of my life again.

All of our friends we lost during, and before, the war are here as well.

This is a place you can only visit once your gone.

So, I must be as well.

I inhale deeply, and try to accept that fact.

This is what you wanted.

You accomplished your goal and was rewarded instead of punished.

There is no going back now.

Why would I want to?

I hadn't noticed how I was staring blankly at the wall, lost in thought, until Tris attempts to stifle her whimpers, sniffling a few times as she wipes her cheeks.

"Do I look like I've been crying?" She laughs through the remaining tears.

I let a smirk play across my lips at the memory she must be playing at and answer the same as before: No Tris, you look tough as nails.

She laughs lightly and sniffles once more. She meets the gaze I've held on her and I see what looks like dread in her eyes.

"Tobias we don't have much time, I am sorry for wasting so much of it with trivial things." She says apologetically.

I'm taken back by her statement.

What does she mean not much time?

I thought I could stay with her forever, why has it changed?

"Why?" I don't even try to mask the desperation in my voice this time.

She lets out a simple sigh before she hesitantly answers.

"You have a decision to make Tobias, and it has to be made soon."