Disremembered: Chapter 3: No Goodbyes

*Christina POV*

I wake up to the stream of sunlight in the room. Cara is still sleeping a few cots over, I quietly twist my head to look around the room. It is then that I see that Four is not in his bed. I instantly remember that this is the day he has picked to leave the Bureau, hoping he will never have to come back. I will miss him because he reminds me so much of Tris, who I miss dearly.

Lost in my own thoughts, I do understand his decision. Returning to the Dauntless sector for Uriah's service, was so surreal for me. It felt like a lifetime has passed since I was last there. Last there with Will. I caught myself counting the minutes until it would be time to leave. I still carry both Will and Tris in my heart, but being there was too upsetting. I was there to offer support for Zeke and his mother, I even made it a point to help him organize most of it.

Half an hour later Cara and I enter the cafeteria and spot some of our friends at a table already eating. Matthew, Amar and Zeke are discussing how things are changing for the better around the Bureau. So far so good in regards to avoiding a war, while also having squashed the ideology of genetic superiority.

"Hey Christina! Where is Four?" Zeke asks me.

I imagine Zeke is anxious to spend some time with him before he leaves for Chicago. The rest of us do not intend to stay at the Bureau forever, but for the time being we want to stay close in order to make sure all of our efforts for peace work. We chuckle at our plans for each of us to get a personal hotel room, Cara and I had decided to stay in the dormitory until Four's last night here. He was adamant he would stay there until the very end, and then leave and never look back.

"Since you are asking, I assume you have not seen him either then? Four was not in the dormitory when we woke up today…" I say, my voice monotone. The others also confirm they have not seen him since dinner last night. He was adamant that he would see them all this morning, before he hit the road.

We all just sit in silence. Zeke finally speaks up, "You know, I think he just needed to leave. Maybe goodbyes would have been too much. I am sure he is already going through so much. I just hope he can find some peace when he returns to Chicago, to a new place with no bad memories." We all nod in agreement.