Tris POV.
His room looks better up close than it does from a window.
Still the same amount of mess, but here it looks tamer. He picks a few things up and throws them somewhere else so that we don't have to step on them on our way to his bed. I don't mind the mess, for some reason, a clean room would make me feel less at home.
Tobias's bed smells like Tobias, which I don't mind either. Of course, Tobias smells like Tobias, but the scent is stronger here, making me feel safer.
We both lay down and I fall asleep almost immediately.
I wake up that morning, and the room is cleaner than it was before. Tobias must have cleaned it before I woke up and gotten back into bed, because he is laying right behind me with his arm around me.
I don't want to get up, but I know that I have to if I want to tell Christina that I am alive.
I wrote on the note, The third test. 8:00 PM. With the same ravens on the back, but not the Dauntless flames. That was exclusively for Tobias. She doesn't need to think to hard on that one, since I made it pretty easy to decode. The third test, was when we jumped off a building, when we made our first entrance into the Dauntless compound. And it also literally says what time we are meeting, so that's something.
I need to wait until 8:00 before I meet her, so I have a lot of time to kill. Tobias spend that time getting things from his apartment and moving them to my apartment, because we decided that living in separate apartments won't do much good since we are going to be sleeping in the same bed, no matter who's bed it is.
It is going to take multiple days to move him into my apartment, but that's okay. As long as we're together.
By the end of the day, we have moved all of the things that Tobias needs all the time. Like, a toothbrush, a comb, a bunch of extra pairs of clothes and his dresser. This is going to be a long process.
The time is 7:00 when I leave to meet Christina. I hope that she actually comes, for her sake and for mine.
"I'll be back," I promise Tobias as I open the door. "I just don't know if I'll be back satisfied or not."
"Be careful," he says. "I don't want you getting hurt or anything."
I smile. "I won't."
He touches my cheek before I leave, closing the door behind me.
Since the only way to get on that roof is from jumping off a train, I have to get on one to get there, obviously. The train hurdles past me and I jog with it until I see an open car. It's been a long time since I've done this. It is just as exhilarating as it was the first time I did.
I grab the handle and swing myself into the car, stumbling a few steps when I get in, because I am still not used to the rattling of the train car anymore. I sit down against the wall, alone. It was so long ago that I did that for the first time, jumped onto a moving train.
I wait.
When I finally get to the rooftops, my back is sore from waiting in the car for so long. I stand up and hold onto the handle as I stand in the doorway. When the roof starts to pass, I jump. I do a roll as I hit the ground to cushion the impact.
I see someone waiting at the edge of the roof. Christina. The sun starts to lower at the horizon.
She turns around suddenly, probably from hearing me land on the gravel on the roof.
"Who is that? Who are y—you?" she says nervously, as if afraid that it might be me.
"Christina," I say. "It's me, it's Tris."
"N—no it's not. Tris is dead. Who are you?" she demands. There is a quaver in her voice.
"I think you know."
She stays still for a moment. "No. I refuse to believe it. Tell me, who the hell you are!"
"Christina, it's me, it is Tris. If you would just let me—"
"No!" she interrupts, her voice filling with pain. "You aren't Tris, you are just a bastard that thinks playing this dumb joke on me is funny. Tris is dead. She died two years ago. And she is not coming back… She's—she's not coming back." She sounds like she is trying to convince herself with her own words.
I start coming toward her. "Don't! Take another step!" She takes a gun out from the holster at her side and points it at me. "Don't take one more step towards me or I swear to god I will kill you."
I place my hand on my own gun. "Christina, think about it. They switched my real body with a fake one, to make everyone think I died. You have thought about it before, I know you have. Think, Christina."
She struggles for words. "I—I don't know what to think." She wipes something that looks like a tear off her cheek. "Just—just tell me the truth."
"I am telling you the truth. You just have to accept it."
She doesn't say anything. I need to convince her.
"You remember that time that moth flew at you? When you freaked out?" She stares at me, confused. "You are scared of moths, remember how I learned that? It was just you and me. No one else around. If I wasn't Tris, how would I know that?" I see her hesitating. Keep it going. "Do you remember when you and I got our first tattoos together? I still have it, see?" I pull my shirt down to reveal my collarbone and the three ravens flying towards my heart.
Her gun clatters to the ground as she gasps.
"T—Tris?"
"Yes," I say.
Her surprise turns to anger very quickly. "Where the hell have you been all this time?! What the hell happened?! You have some explaining to do, and you are going to do it, right now! And Tris, I swear, if I am not dreaming, I am GOING to actually kill you. Got that?"
"Okay," I say, trying to keep her calm. She picks her gun off the ground and puts it away.
"I am going to explain, everything, okay? We just need to go somewhere else first. Maybe down there?" I point down the hole at the net.
She glares at me. "Fine, but only if you promise to tell me everything that's going on, and why you didn't tell me that you didn't, I don't know, die?"
"I promise." That line sounds familiar.