Tobias's POV

I pace back and forth around the room, scratching my head and tugging on my tie. My mind is a runaway train that rolls from one memory of Tris to another, screeching to a halt for only seconds before roaring away again.

My mind flashes to the day that I met her, and my first thoughts about her. I didn't instantly think that she was beautiful, that came once I got to know her. As I learned how smart, funny, and clever she was, she became more and more beautiful. In that sense, she is getting more beautiful every day.

The image of her the night that I proposed to her flashes into my mind, and I nervously laugh to myself. Down on one knee, and looking up at her, she looked so scared. The look was plastered across her face, and I was so worried that she was going to say no, and that she would want to wait until we were older. The look on her face when she said yes will forever be ingrained in my mind. She was smiling more than I've ever seen her smile, but her hand was shaking when I put the ring on it.

"Four. You have to stop pacing. You're going to weather a path into the carpet," Zeke hollers at me from my circle room.

"For real man! Today is the best day of your life, calm down!" Will agrees with him.

"Tris can probably smell your nervousness from Jenn's room down the hall! It's a major turnoff." Zeke continues.

"Alright, alright. I get it." I put my hands up in surrender, and join them in the circle room.

I slump into the leather chair across from the couch, and twist open a bottle of water. The condensation on the bottle cools my hands, and I keep it in my hands when I'm done drinking.

"You nervous?" Will asks sarcastically.

"Fuck yeah."

"This is your last hour as an unmarried man." Zeke points out, and I glance at the clock on the wall. There are only forty-five minutes until we need to get on the train, fifteen minutes before the actual wedding.

"And then it's all downhill from there." Will shakes his head at me. He obviously doesn't know what it's like to love someone without a shadow of doubt.

"Not with Tris." I say. I place my water on the table and run my hands over the fabric of my black pants. I tap my feet rapidly on the floor, letting out my nervous energy.

"Nope. It's all downhill." Zeke assures me. "Babies and less parties, and no flirting, and getting fat. That's what being married is." Zeke sighs pitifully at me.

"Wow, thanks guys. You're really getting me pumped up about getting married. And she's only sixteen. There won't be any babies for a long time." I shake my head at Zeke.

Zeke snorts and says, "That's what you say now. But don't come crying to me when your wife is knocked up."

"Alright. When my sixteen year old wife gets knocked up in a month, I won't come crying to you." I let him have the last word, ending the stupid conversation.

I glance at the clock, and only a minute has passed. I silently curse the bastard who came up with the rule that I can't see my bride before the wedding.

I surprise myself when I speak next, voicing a question I didn't know I was curious about. "Does your brother know about the wedding?" I ask Zeke, and look away towards the wall.

I've barely seen Uriah since the night of capture the flag, and I like it that way. He sits with some younger Dauntless at meals, and it would be funny to look at, if I didn't hate him so much. I barely see him in the huge control room, and the occasional times that I see him in the Pit, he is met with cold silence.

Zeke shrugs. "Maybe. I don't think anyone really talks to him anymore. I mean, he's a dick. I'm embarrassed he's my brother, and I think my parents are pretty embarrassed he's their son."

"Cool." I try to play my curiosity off as a casual question, but in reality I'm worried that Uriah will barge into our wedding, ruining the most beautiful night of my life.

We sit in silence, and I am once again left to my thoughts. My foot begins tapping even more rapidly, as I remember the night that Tris had led me to the net. We had sat under the stars, kissing, and talking. I remember her falling asleep, and gently lifting her up to carry her to bed. I remember the way her body felt against my arms, and the way it felt to sleep next to her for the first time.

Tris has taught me things I didn't know could be taught. She has showed me things I didn't know existed. She has shared beauty beyond imagine to me. She has allowed me to open up in a way I never I thought I would. She has healed my wounds, and makes me look in the world in a different way.

She's opened up a door to a life I never thought I would live.

Tris has showed me how to love.