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HELLO MY LOVELY READERS! I feel extremely bad for everything, including the fact that this is the last chapter of the trilogy that I have spent so long creating. I have decided that, although I am going to continue writing Fanfiction, this story is going in circles, and it has no plot. So, this is the last chapter.

For the last time… Happy Reading everyone. :)

TRIS POV

I can't believe this is it. Graduation. My name is called to the front, and so I go past my cheering classmates to accept my diploma from the principal. Since my last name is closer to the end of the alphabet, there are only about a handful of people left, and finally, the principal yells out,

"Congratulations, graduating class of 2015!" Everyone throws up their caps and cheer, excited that the last four years are behind them, and they can now move on to the rest of their lives.

All of the students move their way off the stage, going to greet their family and friends who have come to see them graduate.

From where I am, I can see Uriah in a headlock from Zeke, while their mother is hugging an excited Marlene. Will, is with his sister, Cara, and their mother, while just a ways away Christina is hugging her little sister Rose, while talking amiably to her mother.

And then, there's my family. Nowhere in sight. My father couldn't make it, as usual. I think I've seen him once since high school started. Tobias and Caleb are the only ones here for me today, as my mother had an emergency back out on a flight so she had to take it.

"Hey," a voice comes up behind me, making me smile. "Congratulations." Tobias comes over to me, pressing his lips to mine, until Caleb coughs loudly, effectively breaking us apart. I roll my eyes at my immature brother, even though he has his arms around his new girlfriend, Susan Black.

"Thanks guys, I'm just so excited!"

"Where are you planning on going," Caleb asks.

"I don't know," I reply. "I might travel. I've always wanted to go to Australia."

"For now, lets go find everyone else."

3rdPerson POV

Years passed, people got older, moved apart. Tris heard a rumor that Christina and Will eloped and moved to Scotland. Zeke and Shauna moved to New York right after Tris' graduation, but Tris had stopped keeping in touch. Marlene and Uriah were rumored to be in Canada, married with a baby on the way, but Tris couldn't help but think that it seemed very un-Uriah-like.

But then, on her twenty eighth birthday, she got a letter in the mail, addressed to one Beatrice Prior. So, her and her husband opened it, to find that it was three pictures two letters, and… a ring? She opened the first letter, and this is what it read.

Dearest Tris,

I haven't spoken to you in almost ten years, and yet it feels like yesterday. I can still imagine your voice, your eyes, and your smile. I understand if you have forgotten about me, your high school love, but I needed to know if I ever had the chance. Now, I don't know how much time I have left. If you still love me, if you ever loved me, accept my proposal. Call the St. Andrews Hospital in Sydney Australia. That is where I am.

Love Always,

Tobias Eaton

Tris almost lost it. All those years ago, they had promised each other that they would see one another again. And now… He was going to die? The one person she had ever loved, gone. She couldn't imagine it. So, with a heavy heart, she opened the next letter.

Hiya there Trissy!

Your best friend here. Can I still call you that? All of us, the whole gang, sent you this. They're all looking over my shoulder as I write this, actually. It's quite annoying.

Anyway, here I am. After ten years. Crazy how time flies. You didn't actually get this through the mail, by the way. We're still friends on Facebook, so when I moved to Sydney with Will, I decided to look you up, see if we can get in touch, maybe reconnect. Then, my daughter, Beatrice Rose (Like the name?) broke her wrist and we had to go to the hospital. We were passing a room, and I took a look at the name plate.

Tobias Eaton.

I would've recognised the name anywhere. So, the next day I came back, and asked if I could visit. He has Cancer, Tris. He wrote that note, and asked that his last wish be that it got to you. So, I found your address and put the envelope in your mailbox. Please. If not for me, then for him, if not for him then for all of us. We miss you Tris.

Love,

Christina (And Will and Uriah and Marlene and Zeke and Shauna. Oh, and of course, Beatrice.)

There were tears splattering the page, falling down her cheeks like a waterfall. However, she took the last contents of the envelope into her hands. The pictures. One was of a young girl, maybe eight or nine, with long brown pigtails and celery green eyes. On the back, it said, BEATRICE ROSE, AGE EIGHT The next one, was a group picture. It was when we were in France, Uriah and Zeke making funny faces into the camera, with Marlene and Shauna laughing at them. Christina is sitting in Will's lap, but it's like the boy isn't even aware that his picture is being taken, because his nose is deep in a book. Then, there's Tris and Tobias. They aren't aware of anything except each other. They're holding hands, staring into each other's eyes as if having a silent conversation.

Tris couldn't help but laugh a bit at the ridiculous faces the two Pedrad brothers are pulling, and she takes the opportunity to wipe her eyes, and look at the last photo.

It must have been taken the day she was leaving for Australia, because her bags are on the ground beside her. It's bad quality, so it must have been taken on a phone. The younger Tris has her arms wrapped around Tobias' shoulders, his around her waist, and they're almost kissing, their foreheads pressed together, eyes closed, noses touching, but their lips are centimeters apart.

With that, she took a look at the last item, a ring. The band was silver, and the back of it was normal but when it came around to the front it turned into the infinity symbol. When she looked close enough, the infinity was made of little words saying forever. So, she slipped the ring on her left ring finger, accepting the proposal, and ran out to her car, before driving the twenty minutes to the hospital.

The front desk person was talking to someone, but right at that moment Tris didn't care.

"I need to know where Tobias Eaton is, please it's urgent." The lady must have noticed the tear stained cheeks, and the way that the poor girl was distraught, because she didn't question it, just pointed to a hallway and said, "Number four hundred."

Without even a thank you, or an apology for the girl she was talking to before she interrupted, she tore down the hallway, almost passing the room in question in her hurry. She quickly took a deep breath, and slowly opened the door.

The room was dark, with the windows closed, and no lights except for the hall light creeping in behind Tris.

"Hello?" She whispered.

"Tris?" The voice from the bed sounded frail, but she recognised it the second it spoke.

"Tobias. Oh god." Tris raced to the bedside of the otherwise empty room. She hadn't seen him for so long, and yet he looked just the same. A bit paler, and thinner, but aside from that his lips still had that smirk, and his eyes were still a blue she seemed to get lost in.

"Tris, I…" She shushed him by putting her lips to his, and entwining their fingers. His hand recognised the coldness of something on her left hand, and pulled back.

"You're, you're engaged?" He asked. He couldn't see anything in the darkness, except her eyes, twinkling back at him.

"Yeah," she replied. Tobias could feel his hear melt in his chest. She had moved on, something he couldn't do. "And so are you," she added. Tobias didn't catch on right away, but the second she did, he pulled her closer.

"I love you Tris," he whispered in her ear as they pulled away from a second kiss.

"I never stopped loving you," the girl replied.

Tobias started to choke, unable to breathe. His lungs were filling up with liquid again, as it had so many times before. Nurses rushed in, and Tris was told to leave the room, but she couldn't, and Tobias had her hand in a vice grip. He felt himself going, leaving this world. He could still hear nurses and doctors yelling, Tris crying, but most of all, and the thing that kept him anchored to this earth, was her hand in his, and the knowledge that she loved him.

And… Done! I can't believe it's all over! I have come such a long way from the beginning of this story to now, and I can't tell you guys how grateful I am, (for our little infinity) for the fact that you guys have stuck with my through all of this.

I hope to post either Home or Vulpella at the beginning of the new school year (so around September for me) so if you haven't voted, be sure to do that before I close the votes. When I'm started my new story a new post will come up on here, so be sure to keep an eye out.

And now, for the last time (on this story)…

Stay Dauntless,

~Cat