Chapter 7: Alive

Four's POV

Christina insisted I come over to the apartment tonight for dinner. She actually stole my training shoes to ensure my cooperation. How old are we again?

When I walk in, everything looks normal. Zeke and Shauna wave to me from the couch. Christina is cooking (and by that I mean microwaving). The atmosphere is tense though. I drop down in the arm chair and wait. Zeke and Shauna refuse to make eye contact. I glare at Christina over the microwave door.

"Well?" I ask annoyed. They are hiding something from me. Probably to protect me, and that makes me even madder. I am not weak.

Christina looks up falsely cheerful. "We are expecting a guest."

I continue to glare, willing her to say more.

"Four, Tris is alive," she says it quickly, boldly.

She's delusional. And cruel.

"She's not," I growl. "We scattered her ashes."

"I saw her in the town square the other day when we were supposed to go to the lake. We talked."

"No."

"We met back that night. They gave her memory serum. She doesn't know anything about her own life."

"SHUT UP," I roar.

I can't take any more of these lies. As if it isn't painful enough to know she is gone without having to say it.

"Four, you have to hear this," she starts.

I lurch from my chair, and I feel two strong arms hold me back. Zeke. I turn to punch him when I hear a knock at the door. Zeke's hold breaks, and I storm towards the door to leave.

As I open it, shock rolls over me. I step mutely aside.

She walks into the room. And it's like a dream come true. She looks exactly the same. No, even more beautiful. A little more softness to her curves. I smile at her.

My love. My Tris.

She smiles back timidly then looks quickly away. I am transported back to Dauntless when a windswept girl in grey first entered my life. Those are the same eyes. A similar expression.

She doesn't know me.

My heart breaks a little.

I won't allow myself to cry. She is alive. It's more than I could have hoped for. If I have to win her all over again, I will do it. I would do it a thousand times.

A/N: He finally knows!