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*2 weeks later*

"Don't stop, believing!" Tobias dances to the song with a hairbrush held up to his mouth like a microphone. "Hold on to that feeling!"

I smirk at Tobias as he holds out his hand to me, beckoning me to dance with him. I roll my eyes and sink farther back into the couch.

"Streetlights, people!" He takes my arm anyway, pulls me off the couch, and hoists me up onto his shoulder.

"Tobias!" I squeal, and kick my legs. "Come on!"

"I'm not letting you go," he whispers in my ear. Shivers run down my spine. "Until you dance with me."

"Fine," I say, and he drops me down in front of him. I link my fingers around his neck and he sets his hands on my waist, and we slow dance around the living room to "Don't Stop Believing". A laugh bubbles up in my throat.

"What?" Tobias says, looking down at me.

"You're just… so perfect."

"I should be saying that to you."

Love seeps up inside me, and in that moment I want to say to him those three words. But I don't.

A new song comes on, and Tobias spins me away from him. We dance like lunatics, being completely immature, and tiring ourselves out entirely. Afterwards, we lay on the couch, me half on top of him, my head on his chest. He strokes my hair, and the afternoon sun filters through the windows. It's perfect.

I'm about half asleep when he says it.

"I love you, Tris."

I take a sharp breath.

"I love you too." I am momentarily transferred to the second grade, as I think he loves me, he loves me, he really, really loves me.

Tobias laughs. "Really?" His voice is full of joy, and it makes me smile.

I turn on my side and drape an arm over his chest. "I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it."

He smiles and kisses me on the mouth. I run my hands through his hair, and he caresses my face.

"I love you." He murmurs against my lips. I giggle and press my lips against his again. He breaks away and presses kisses down my neck, and I shiver. "You're so beautiful."

I run my fingers down his face. "You're perfect." I connect my lips with his again, this time straddling him.

We kiss for a few minutes, and then break away for air. I roll back to my previous position.

"Wanna have dinner and watch Sherlock?" Tobias asks, gazing down at me.

I smile. "Yes!" Tobias and I started watching the series a few weeks ago, and now we are on season two, episode one.

Tobias scoots out from under me and walks to the kitchen. "You want steaks?"

"Please!" I call back, sitting up and looking out the window. The beautiful Colorado landscape is covered in snow, and the clouds are getting thicker. Hopefully a snow day on Monday.

I swing my legs over the side of the couch, and pick up the TV remote. I turn on Netflix, and search up Sherlock. Soon, delicious smells start to emanate from the kitchen.

"That smells awesome," I say as I walk over to Tobias.

He smiles, and wipes his hands on a towel. "Thanks." The steak is soon done, and we watch A Scandal in Belgravia, and then go to bed.

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"Tobias, come on," I yell, taking a bite of my bagel over the sink to catch crumbs. "We have to go to church!"

Tobias comes downstairs, buttoning his shirt. "I still don't understand why I have to go."

I run a hand up his arm. "Because you're my boyfriend."

He nods. "Okay, true." He grabs an apple, and takes a bite out of it.

"But hurry up," I say as I walk towards my room.

Bear runs up behind me, and I feed him. Then I brush my teeth and slip on a blazer over my peach tank top.

I run downstairs and slip on my black wedges, and grab my coat. "Tobias!"

"Don't wait up; I'll be there ten minutes behind you." He says from somewhere in the house.

"Okay!" I yell back, grabbing my bag and keys. I run out the door, and into the car. It's a quick ride to the church, and I rush in right as it starts. I sit in the back, plopping my purse next to me, and pulling out a hymnal. A few minutes later Tobias slides in next to me.

"Hey," he says, looking over my shoulder at the hymnal.

"Hey," I whisper back in between verses.

Church goes quickly, and soon I am driving home, listening to Christian music on the radio. Tobias calls me to tell me that he has to run to the Safeway as I pull up into my driveway, and furrow my brows. Caleb's car is in the driveway.

I park my car in the garage, and open the garage door with my keys, and walk into the kitchen where Caleb is sitting looking out the window, his head propped on his hands.

"Caleb?" I ask, dropping my keys on the hutch and walking over to him. "Why are you here?"

He looks at me, and gestures to the seat next to him. "I have something I need to tell you."

I take a seat, kicking off my shoes. "What is it? Because if you and Susan are getting married, Zeke, Uriah, and Tobias owe me ten dollars ea-"

"No, it's not that," Caleb interrupts. "It's more serious."

I get nervous. "I always thought marriage was extremely serious, I mean it is…." I trail off when I see Caleb staring at me.

"Tris," He says, tears welling up in his eyes. "I have lung cancer."

My world stops. The breath rushes out of my lungs, and I stare at Caleb. My last remaining family member.

"But," I croak out, barely able to breath, much less talk. "You're so healthy, and young, and a lot of things that lung cancer does not happen in."

Caleb shakes his head. "It's not unusual for nine eleven survivors to get lung cancer."

That is the breaking point for me. A tear slips out.

"Tris, they said that since they caught it fairly early that there is a thirty percent survival rate, if I start chemo soon. It is in my lungs and lymph nodes, but nowhere else," Caleb says. Thirty percent is not very high.

"Where?" I ask.

He gestures to his left side. "This side of my chest."

I look down. "Terminal?"

"No." I'm no doctor, but I know that there is still a chance that he could die.

I let this sink in. I could lose my brother, my best friend, my confidante, my rock, my one remaining member of my family. I try to imagine, in that moment, what a world would be like without him, but I can't. I really cannot, because every time I try, a fresh wave of tears falls down my face. I think what I would do without him.

"Caleb, you can't die," I say, eyes shining. "I won't let you."

He smiles. "I'm gonna fight Tris. As hard as I possibly can." He takes my hand. "Because, you know what? I'm not ready to die. I am going to stay here, and marry Susan, and we're going to travel the world and do so many amazing things, and we are going to make a family, and I am going to watch them grow up and they will do so many things, and I will unconditionally love them and everyone, because I will know how precious life is."

"You should write a book," I murmur.

"I'm gonna do that, and a heck of a lot of other things."

I smile. "Good."

Caleb rolls his eyes. "All I can think about now is that song by Tim Mcgraw, you know, Live like You Were Dying."

I look at him. "I'm gonna help you."

"Yes, we're going to need Susan, Zeke, and Uriah…."

I turn when I hear the door opening, and Tobias enters, whistling. His smile falls as he sees my teary face, and he sets down the tulips dangling from his fingers.

"What's wrong?" He asks, his gaze bouncing from Caleb to me, then to Caleb again.

Caleb looks Tobias in the eyes. "I have lung cancer."

Tobias takes a sharp breath, sitting next to me. "Oh, God."

"Yeah," Caleb says. "We're gonna need him too."

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After Caleb leaves, Tobias holds me in his arms, and we sit on the couch.

"I don't know how to deal with this Tobias," I say, and he lets me talk. "When it was my parents, it was so fast. This will be… waiting, and dreading, and stress."

"Yes," Tobias says. "But don't forget. There is always hope."

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