I DO NOT OWN DIVERGENT.
Hey everybody! Here's a short one, but the next one will probably make up for the shortness of this one. But because of the length, expect a little bit more of a gap between this and the next one.
TRIS POV…
On Wednesday, Tobias goes to the meeting with Anthony. He gives me a loving kiss before leaving, trying to stifle my worries as best he can. That's what he's been trying to do for the past two days, honestly. We've both stayed home, tangled up in each other as constantly as possible, trying to make up for lost time while consoling each other simultaneously. But he has to leave. I'm not the kind of wife that clips her husband's dreams short, no, not at all. Tobias is a grown man, he can make his own decisions. But I'm not obliged to like them.
That night, Tobias comes back without Anthony, a wide grin on his face.
"So…?" I say, laid up on the couch. I sit up when I see him come in.
"I signed up," he says, obviously trying to stifle his excitement for me.
"Tobias," I say, laughing exasperatedly. "Just because I'm not particularly thrilled about this doesn't mean you can't be." I smile at him and stand up to give him a long, slow kiss. "I'm happy for you."
"Thank you," Tobias says, relief shining in his eyes. He suddenly picks me up and spins me around the room, and I let out a surprised squeak before laughing at him. Then he gives me another kiss, holding me in his arms. "I love you."
I snort. "You ought to."
…..
When it's the day to leave, I have to fight back my emotions the entire day. I can't let Tobias know just how much I'm freaking out. I double check Tobias' duffle bag that was provided to him over and over again, trying to make sure he has enough everything. Set the bag on the kitchen table. Unzip. Double check for shirts, pants, socks. If he doesn't have enough for two weeks then he's going to have to come back home and pack more and that'll make the people write him up for-
"Tris," I hear over to my left and I jump from the hand on my shoulder, startled out of my current thoughts. I pause for a moment, frowning.
"Yes?" My voice is quiet and frail, easy to break at any moment.
"I…" He gulps. Maybe he's been hiding his feelings from me. "I'm going to miss you." I turn around and face him, looking into his deep, dark crystal eyes. As dark as the night sky, stars of blue flecking the iris. I gather my eyebrows together and smile up at him. A sad, loving smile.
"I'll miss you too…." I snort. "Obviously." I have to laugh a little now. If I don't I'll cry. "So… how much longer before Anthony has to come pick you up?" I whisper.
"About thirty minutes," He says, looking away from me.
There's a long gap of silence.
When his eyes do finally meet mine, they're dark and serious, his eyebrows stitched together. Not a word passes between us as a thin smile creeps along my lips. His face relaxes a second before I jump into his arms and he holds me at eye level, kissing me probably more violently than he should. But he's desperate, and I am too. And I'm fine with that.
Quickly, he walks over to the couch and lays me down on it, tugging nervously at the hem of my shirt.
"Oh crap," I say, almost forgetting. "Lock the door first." The last thing I'd want Anthony to do is walk in on us.
"Oh, definitely," Tobias says, running and locking the door and then coming back to me.
"I'm going to miss you so much," I say as I slip his dark shirt off. He chuckles against my lips, looking me dead in the eye.
"You have no idea."
And he's right, although that's not technically what he means. But I find it true. Because in the next few weeks to come, I could have had no idea of how much I'd miss him.
Sorry about the foreshadowing! Try not to let your mind run away too much with the last italicized bit. That's my job CX
~Beff Monster
