A/N: Hello people! Thank you so much to all of the support I've received from you guys. Honestly, you are the ones who keep me motivated to keep on going and write this story. In case you're not aware of it, this is the last chapter. BUT THERE IS GOING TO BE AN EPILOGUE! The epilogue is like long-ish and I am thinking if I want to post them as one thing or separate parts. The epilogue is nothing too important, but they wrap up some of the loose ends of the story. Basically, it's the red ribbon which secures the wrapper in place.

This chapter is very, very short. Like, so, so, short. And I really think that I should have just posted it together with the previous chapter. But oh well, what's happened has happened.

I believe that some parts f the chapter sounds kind of dull and static and a little bit emotionless. But I hope that it's okay.

I don't know, I still am not confident about how I end it. It feels like... what if it is a letdown. Like, you know? The ending is not powerful enough.


Guest: XD I hope that this update is not too late. Thanks for reading and reviewing!

Dauntless Lover: Thank you so much! :)

Khansa: Yeah Tris, very, very harsh.

XD Beanies are sacred stuff. You should never offend the beanies.


Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent.


"You're ridiculous you know?"

Beatrice frowns at her brother, pulling away from his hug. "What do you mean?" She asks, glancing at a large clock on the wall of the bus station to see that she only has two minutes to catch up with her ride to the university.

She needs to hurry.

His brother sighs, shaking his head at the lady who looks like a carbon copy of their mother. "You love him so badly and you're letting him go."

"Well he wants to go. I can't stop him."

"Last year Bea, you were desperate to not leave Chicago, but you did anyway. How do you know that he wants to leave now? What if he just feels compelled to do so because he can't stay at our house and has to return to his family? Just like what you felt last year."

Beatrice looks down at her feet.

"Caleb."

Tobias approaches the two Priors, a gloved hand holding a duffel bag over his shoulder while the other one stays in the pocket of his coat.

"Thanks for letting Johanna stay the night and all."

Caleb smiles. "My pleasure. If you ever decide to visit this place again, just give me a call. The house is always open as long as I'm here."

Tobias returns a smile and they share a brief hug.

He turns to face her.

"Good luck with your studies." Tobias wishes with a small nod. "I'm sure you'll do well in Philosophy. You're good in it."

Beatrice throws a brief smile. "Thanks. I mean, you helped me a lot with my writing and all so... yeah. Thanks."

Tobias nods his head slowly doing his best to give a sincere smile, but his lips just can't do it.

"Oh!" Beatrice exclaims pulling out the beanie from her head. "I can't keep this."

"No, it's okay." Tobias protests. "I can always get a new one."

"Not your forbidden beanie, Tobias." She jokes, trying to chuckle even when her heart can't afford to. "There's only one of these in the world."

Tobias smiles a little and takes the beanie from her hands, slipping it onto his head.

The beanie smells of apples and a hint of vanilla and cinnamon.

The beanie smells of Tris.

"Last call for passengers boarding bus number 5 to Clifton Avenue!"

Tobias lets out a deep breath at the announcement. "That's your bus." He nods. "You should go now if you don't want to miss it."

"Yeah I..." Beatrice bites her lips. "I won't want to miss it." She whispers, voice tight as she grips the wheels of her wheelchair.

The bus driver honks the bus horn twice, alerting that it is about to depart.

She should hurry. She really should.

But her hands are frozen and she can't turn the wheels of her wheelchair forward.

Her mind clouded as her lungs squeeze tightly in her chest.

"Go now." Tobias rasps through his voice—thick. "Don't miss that bus."

A tear slips through her eye.

"Tobias—"

A pair of lips presses onto hers.

But they fly away too soon.

Too soon that she didn't get to do a thing, say a thing, and he is already gone.

Still in her sight, but far away...

No longer in her reach.

She's made her choice to not love him back and he's made his choice to leave.

A whimper slips pass her lips.

Caleb huffs and places a hand on Beatrice's shoulder. "I've been asking for a second chance with Susan and I never got it." He tells her. "It's unfair that you're not even asking for a second chance with him and yet you got it and now you're just wasting it."

"But I... can't! You just don't understand Caleb!"

"You are right, sis. I don't understand why you're just wasting your chance like this."

Beatrice clamps her hands to her eyes, forcing the tears to stop spilling.

They run down her cheeks anyway.

A strong gush of late Autumn's wind gushes at them and her ticket slips out from her fingers. Caleb rolls his eyes. "Look, just get that ticket and let's not waste your money too can you?"

CCO

A strong gush of late Autumn's wind rushes against him, threatening to blow his beanie off his head.

But he doesn't even feel compelled to pull it back down.

Trudging on, Tobias throws his duffel bag into the luggage section of the bus taking him to the airport.

So this is it?

This is not just some trial that they have to face before they can live together?

This is goodbye?

A loud horn blares around the bus station.

Tobias watches in pain as the bus with a large '5' pasted on it drives away.

It's over Tobias.

It really is over. She isn't going to say those words you want her to.

You should learn to move on.

He tries to swallow down the lump in his throat and looks down as he walks towards the door of the bus.

A white piece of paper slips in front of him—he steps on it, moving to climb up the bus.

A small hand holds him back.

"Tobias."

His head snaps back to meet her eyes. His lips tremble to whisper her name.

"Tobias I..."

She shakes her head and grabs his forearm, pulling him down into a tight embrace. The force of his fall pushing her wheelchair back by a few inches.

Vanilla...

Vanilla...

Tobias burrows his nose into the cave of her neck, seeking the smell of vanilla and apples and cinnamon...

Seeking the smell of Tris.

Seeking the smell of home.

"I've decided." She whispers, pulling his face away from her shoulder to look into his eyes. She holds his cheeks in her hands and presses her forehead to his.

"I've decided to not leave you hanging. I've decided that... I've decided to choose love. It is what you do at the end of the day at any rate, right?"

His heart leaps, his throat runs dry.

"And… and Tobias, I've... ever since we met last year, I have always and never stopped loving you. I...

I love you, Tobias."

A small laugh escapes his lips and he presses his lips to hers.

Delusional.

This, right now he's feeling...

He is definitely delusional.

But to hell with the thought.

So what if this is a dream?

So what if this is not real?

For when Tris weaves her fingers through his hair, gripping the ends of it tight, but not harsh...

They feel real...

They feel right.

Tobias smiles into the kiss and moves to pull away, but Tris holds him back—snaking an arm around his back to hold him close, hold him tight. To never let go of him again

Never ever again.

A horn blares loudly around them.

A lost and lonely luggage is left ownerless at the airport.


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