FOUR

"You sure you don't want this?" I look over to where Christina is holding up a lamp. I forgot where I got that lamp.

"I don't think I'll have any use of that anymore" She shrugs and puts the lamp to the box of things I'll probably give to charity or sell to a local market. Dad told me that it'll be much easier if we could remove the things that might not have any value anymore and pack all those that we're bringing to Russia. So far, all the frames are going with us.

"I remember this" Cara shows me the teddy bear Tris' mom gave me on my fifth birthday. I could never sleep before that and she thought getting me something to sleep with will help me sleep, it eventually did.

"Oh, so that's where that bear went" Caleb says, looking at us. He shrugs, "Tris heard your mom telling our mom that you can't sleep. She went to Mom that night and gave her that bear. She told Mom it was the one that helped her sleep at night and that maybe it'll help you." Cara smirks and I just roll my eyes. She passes me the bear and I look at it, eventually putting it in one box I'll be bringing to Russia.

I hear my father calling us for lunch. Everyone shuffles around and places things on the couch or anywhere that wouldn't cause it to break.

My dad is placing the food on the table when we got to the kitchen.

"Yum. I'm so famished" Will said. You can actually hear his stomach growling which made us laugh.

Soon after, everyone started digging onto the food. My dad leans towards me and whispers, "Where's Tris?" I shake my head as I was slicing my steak.

"You haven't told her?" I smirk, and mouth, no. My dad smiles. "She wouldn't care" I tell him. He just shakes his head, "You won't know unless you tell her."

After lunch, we finished some work but the others said they had things to do and will be back tomorrow. I went to the front as Cara was just buttoning her jacket.

"She'll find out eventually, Four" she says. I shrug. She smiles and pats my shoulders, saying, "It's better if she finds out from you."

I watch her walk out of the house and towards where ever she's going. I see a familiar car park in front of Tris house and before that person can walk out, I close the door.

I walk towards the living room to see my father fixing up some of the boxes. He got to one and leaned forward to retrieve something from inside. It was a picture frame. I look over at his shoulder and see the picture of Mom when we were at the beach when I was three years old. I don't remember much from that time. All I know is that it was the last time we ever went to the beach together.

"She would've been so proud of you." Dad says. I suck in a breath to keep me from crying.

"You grew up to be an amazing person." I smile and put my hand over my dad's shoulder.

"She would be so proud of you too. I mean, you did raise this amazing person." He sucked in a breath. I feel myself smile. Like father like son. I pat dad's back. "Come on, Dad. Let's get some ice cream."

I stand across the cemetery. My dad just had an urgent phone call from work that caused him to go. I didn't mind. I was use to it.

"Hey" I look around and I see Tris. It was the first time I saw her since the hospital. "Hey" I say back. She points across the street.

"Any reason why you would be here?" she asks.

I shrug. "I was going to visit my Mom."

She smiles and then starts walking. "Let's go then"

We stay quiet walking towards my mother's grave. I was fine really, because I love the feel of the air and just being here with Tris. Why can't I just get over you? I thought. Everything will just get easier if I didn't like her.

"I remember when we were children and your Mom loved to make us ice cream and I will always race Caleb towards your house in order to get more ice cream." she tells me when we got to the grave. "And still Mom just give you exactly the same amount as Caleb has and you'll pout at Mom but she'll just pat you on the head" I tell her. She smiles. I sigh.

"Remember when there was a giant moth outside your bedroom door and you just didn't want to leave you room but you had to because it was your brother's birthday party?" I ask her. She suddenly laughs. The laugh that was so infectious.

"I called your Mom that time and she told me that you quickly rushed to the house but when you got there the moth was gone and I was just scared in my room. I hated moths and butterflies ever since then." I smiled. Suddenly a car parked in front of the cemetery and I see my father walking towards us. I wave and he waves back. He eyes Tris and smiles but doesn't say anything, instead pretends that he was calling someone.

"Do you remember when your Mom brought us to the beach for the very last time, before she was too weak to go out of the house?" she asks. Of course, I remembered. It was one of the best days of my life.

"We stayed for the whole day and I sported a pretty bad sunburn. I came over your house every day so that your Mom can massage my back. " We both suck in a breath thinking of that day. When I got home that day, Mom just couldn't walk anymore though she still pretended to be alright. She always smiled even if you can see that it pained her to even just do that.

"Maybe we could go to the beach again." Tris says. She shrugs, "You know, before you leave"

I close my eyes and curse. How the hell did she know?

"Shauna taught you told me already." she tells me.

"So why haven't you?" she asks. I rock on my heels trying to think of some sort of excuse besides the truth because I know she will never handle the truth.

"You're one of my closest friend, Four. We've known each other for years. What happened to change that? For you not to trust me?" she asks. Every possible excuse I'm thinking about doesn't make any sense.

"Four?" she urges. I knew I can't keep this from her forever. I sigh.

"I didn't want to have a reason to stay." I say, looking at my shoes. I hear her gasps. I look up to her and she looks awestruck as if she wasn't expecting this. Here she goes again, trying to deny it. She shakes her head.

"Four, I-"

"You can't keep denying something to the point that it won't exist. That's not how the world works, Tris" I say.

She bites her lower lip and shakes her head again. I sigh.

"It doesn't make any sense." she whispers. I guffaw, "What doesn't? That I love you?" I ask her. She's holding back her tears.

"No you don't. You're just saying that to -"

"I love you, Tris." I interrupt. She shakes her head.

"When we were kids I loved you before I even knew what the world love meant. And you know, my mom died and dad was always at work so I had to stay with the family of the girl I had a crush on." Her tears were coming. I was still holding mine back.

"Why now?" she whispers.

"Because I didn't want to lose you. Knowing that you didn't feel the same way, I didn't want to scare you away."

"That's the irony see. I was so scared of losing you, that I already did." She gasps and then I hear her phone ringing. She doesn't answer it, instead she just looks at me. I shake my head.

"My dad's here. I guess I should go." She still hasn't answered.

When I got to the car, my dad says that she wasn't staring anymore. Instead, she was looking at my mother's grave.

Inside the car, I lose it. I didn't cry like a child, instead I silently let the tears flow down. Dad didn't really say anything.

After a couple of minutes, he says, "I remember when you were a child, and Tris just met Christina and Uriah you felt isolated from them. It was days before your mother died. The three of us were sitting at the veranda and you were looking over the Prior's house, watching Tris, Caleb, Uriah and Christina play games. Your mom told you to join them but you denied saying you wanted to spend the day with her instead." I sigh, knowing where this story is going. I was suppose to continue the story but then dad laughs.

"I remember you saying the cutest of things. You puff your chest and tell us, 'When I grow older, I'm going to marry her. I'm going to marry Tris.'"

I lick my bottom lip not knowing what to say. "Your mom says that you should always follow your dreams. I'm still hoping that you will." I release a laugh and my dad pats me on the shoulder.

"It'll be alright, son" he tells me. I smile as the car lurches forward.

A/N

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