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TRIS

As soon as his arms shield me from the rest of the world, I completely feel at home. He's holding me so tightly that I barely manage to breathe but at the same time I don't want to pull back because I'm enjoying the feeling. All the pieces of my puzzle have finally come together and everything finally makes sense. I try to live the moment as much as I can because I know I'll have to leave him soon enough. He doesn't want me and there is no point in forcing him to be in a relationship with me when Zeke made me painfully aware of his wishes: he doesn't want me, not now nor ever. For the moment being, I try to hold to him as close as I can.
"Tris"
Oh, his voice. So deep and warm. It makes me shiver and grab him tighter.
"Tris"
I lift my chin so that I can look at him in the eyes
"Tris, you're hurting me. Let go of me".
Yeah. Right. I forgot he doesn't want to be anywhere close to me. I shut my eyes close to focus on my senses and enjoy what I'm feeling right now so that I can recall this memory in the near future, when I am alone God knows where. On the brink of tears, I try to stand up. As soon as his body leaves mine, I feel a creepy sensation of cold making its way to my stomach and the world freezes. The pain I feel in my chest is almost unbearable and still I know I have to pull myself together at least until when he gets back to Chicago. C'mon, Tris. Just shut your mouth close and let the others do all the talking. You can do this.
All of a sudden, I see a black figure sprinting towards us from the end of the corridor. His steps are heavy on the ground and he's holding a gun. I immediately feel anyone around me stiffening and grabbing their own guns. It's a man and his figure comes into focus: Michael.

"Tris" he whispers in my ear while hugging me "Oh my God! I was so worried, I heard some gunshots coming from where you were supposed to be and I didn't know whether you were injured or not" He squeezes my left hand and keeps on hugging me. His warm voice talking directly into my ear, through all the layers of hair.
I stay still, though, and gently wait for him to let go of me. I slightly pat him in the back, trying to calm him and making him realize I'm all good and fine. I know, even though I cannot see him directly, that Tobias must not be enjoying what Michael is doing because the air immediately gets tense, almost electrical. Someone coughs and I'm finally free.
"Michael" Uriah says "would you mind updating all of us on what happened?"
He simply nods and starts talking: by the end of his speech, we're all aware that the Bureau is not longer working. Michael actually completely fulfilled his mission and once he took control of those guards faithful to Jean, there was much more to do. I feel like a burden has been lifted from my chest and the future seems brighter that it's ever been to me.

TOBIAS

I clench my jaws while trying to endure the pain Tris is putting me through. Her hand is squeezing my forearm so tightly that I know there will be bruises there. I feel a certain dizziness there and it's then when I'm aware that my blood isn't circulating anymore in my forearm.
"Tris" I try to draw her attention to me but she seems pretty oblivious of her surrounding. I give another try and say her name out loud once again. "Tris". She suddenly shuts her eyes close and takes a short series of deep breaths in. Then, she tries to stand up but she's so shaken, I presume, by what happened in the Bureau that she needs my help to actually be able to stand up on her own feet. She looks at me in the eyes while I see hers getting full of tears; it's a sight I cannot really stand, I've never really been that good at coping with her being in pain, so I slowly raise my arm to touch her cheek. All of a sudden, she turns around and stares intensely at something (or someone) coming from the end of the corridor. I immediately grab my gun and get ready to fire when the boy sprints towards us and hugs Tris.
The edges of my vision go red and I feel my hands start to shake. The man starts speaking soothing words in her ears and grabs her tighter. She doesn't move, though, and for a moment I feel some sense of relief. Then, almost as if I were in a nightmare, I see her hand gently patting him in the back. Her. Hand. On. His. Back. I greet my teeth and try to stay calm until the sound of someone coughing breaks the silence. The man finally (and luckily for him, I may add) lets go of Tris and looks at Uriah who asks him about what happened. The man, Michael as I got to know thanks to Uriah's question, starts answering and despite how unwilling I am to admit it, he has done a great job. The Bureau is down. Many thoughts cross my mind but the first and most important one is that I can finally have Tris back without fearing that the compound might try to have her back. I got her back and now it's forever.
Tris's face is still not on display for me, because she is staring at Michael, which means the only part of her body I see clearly is her back. When she finally turns around, the sadness in her eyes makes me want to hold he tightly and never let go, but I cannot because I know that this would lead her crazy. She's never been that type of person.
"C'mon Four, are you even listening to me?" Zeke's voice breaks through my wall of numbness and I guess this is not the first time he has tried to catch my attention. I simply nod at him and he carries on
"I've asked you what's next".
What's next. Right. The only obvious answer that comes to my mind is that next is me and Tris together but I know he's not asking me about that.
"Back to Chicago. Now. Let's go. Who wants to come with us is more than welcomed to follow us. I'm not going to ask to anyone of you, so just make up your mind and act like it."
Most of the people that by now have gathered around us start to make their way to the door, willing to come with us. The person I care about the most, thought, doesn't move. I wait for a couple of minutes, thinking she needs some time to decide but what she does next breaks my heart.
She simply turns and heads back to the compound.

She.

Is.

Not.

Coming.

TRIS

I wait while I see the others leaving and getting back to Chicago. I patiently wait for Tobias to leave as well because I want to have a last look at him before packing my things and leaving the Bureau behind. He doesn't move, though, and neither he's looking at him. After a couple of minutes, I cannot deal with him being so close to me and not touching him any longer so I simply turn and start to walk towards my room. I'm painfully trying to hold my tears back but I cannot help the sob that escapes my lips. As I walk, the feet get heavier and heavier, the surroundings become more and more blurred. And he's not following me. As I turn the corner, I feel tears streaming down my face, finally breaking the wall of my eyes. I start to sob and the sound of my pain fills the air. I slowly kneel down and hug myself, hiding my head between my legs. The pain is so strong it's almost unbearable and the only way I can make it through it's by myself.

As I keep on sobbing, I suddenly feel an hand landing on my head and gently brushing it. Then there are some lips kissing the top of my head. I don't dare to lift my chin up and look at whoever is doing this to me because I'm not ready to see that it's not Tobias. The hand is now slowly moving south, caressing my cheeks and then landing on my lips. The fingers gently start to brush on them and it's then when I know I cannot keep on shutting the world out. I slowly lift my chin and I keep my eyes close, holding to the hope I have that the person who is cuddling me is Tobias.
On the count of three.
One.
Two.
Three.

And then Tobias's lips crash against mine.

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