Chapter 35: The Epilogue

Tris POV

Six Months Later

The sky this afternoon is stunningly beautiful as it grows in light, with shades of dark scarlet, lilac and orange playing across the expanse of the Pier. The sun, an ever-lasting mixture of reds and oranges, gleams through the Ferris Wheel in the background, making it sparkle down on us. As I lift my eyes to scan the small area outside, my breath catches. The open white marquee above me is draped in blush-pink and white flowers, with small white candles dangling from the structure like they are gently floating around. Every gold seat is facing towards the alter: another white spiral of blush-pink flowers. To the left and through a stone arch that's covered in green moss, the reception stands: at least twenty tables dazzling in colour, light and champagne glasses.

Today is the day. After months of anticipation, every bouquet is arranged flawlessly, every dress is lined with perfection and every china plate is polished with enough shine in it there's a reflection.

I watch as two waiters lay finishing touches on the reception tables and a gentle gust of wind makes the tent above flap, and sends the dangling cream candles swaying. Although I haven't seen Tobias since yesterday because we decided to keep to Abnegation tradition, excitement grips me at thought of being his wife in a few, short hours.

I jump when I hear a voice that ascends from behind me. 'It's time to get you ready,' Christina says, grinning at me in a beautiful black lace maid of honor floor length gown. I turn towards her and return the smile, following her towards a small grey tent. Inside the tent is a makeshift salon with a large floor length mirror, a place to hang dresses, a vanity table and several other chairs and coffee tables.

Christina hands me a silk robe and after I change out of my causal wear, I sit down on the chair that faces the vanity table. Marlene and Shauna, my other bridesmaids, walk in just as Christina is about to start my nails. They both look beautiful in a similar black lace gown with a scoop neckline and a small black bow on their waist. Their hair is twisted into an elegant updo and their makeup makes them look bold and dashing. They smile at me and help Christina with all the products I need. When an hour passes, I suddenly hear male voices, predominately Tobias' and Zeke's, just outside our tent, and butterflies dance in my stomach. Marlene and Shauna quickly shuffle outside to tell them to go away.

'Wow! Shauna is that you!' I hear Zeke say from outside and I can just imagine his eyes wide and his mouth open. Following this, I hear Uriah shouting out a short expletive as his word fall into a jumble as I assume he embraces Marlene. I look up to Christina in the reflection of the mirror and we both giggle.

'Where's Christina?' I hear Will say.

'She's in there with Tris, getting her ready. I'm afraid you both won't see her until the wedding starts.' I can imagine Shauna grinning.

When I look up to Christina again, she meets my gaze and laughs. We are both intently listening.

'Be patient William.' Christina shouts through the tent curtain and I laugh.

Soon I hear shuffling and then silence. Shauna and Marlene must have pushed the boys away.

That is until I hear one voice that I instantly recognize.

'Tris?' Tobias asks softly from the other side of the tent.

I hesitate before answering and my eyes lock with Christina before I reply in a small voice, 'yes?'

'I love you.' He whispers simply, nothing more, nothing less.

'I love you too.' I reply despite not being able to see him.

And then he's gone. I let out a breath as I watch Christina finish curling my hair into an elegant updo similar to the one she did at Eddie's ball. Once she is finished with that, I slip off my robe to reveal a white lace thong and a strapless white push up bra that goes with my dress and that is made of silk that feels amazing against my skin.

I look at myself then in the mirror; how my body has changed over the months and how I'm feeling so much more confident with it. Christina stands behind me with my wedding dress in hand.

I grin at her and she unzips the zip and lets me step into the dress. She carefully pulls the fine material around my body and one by one she does the buttons up. When she is satisfied, she backs away and blows out a breath.

'Wow.' Christina grins.

Wow is not a good enough word. My blonde hair is in an elegant updo with little strands escaping and shaping my narrow face. My greyish- blue eyes look sharpened and as striking as ever. My cheeks are tinted with blush and my lips a pale pink. My white A-line wedding gown has a sheer neckline the starts just above my bosom and ends at my back in a laced V shape. The sheer neckline is alençon lace that embodies a distinct floral pattern that flows down my back with delicate white buttons. At the front, my bodice hugs my curves perfectly and then flows to the floor in a sea of white. Behind me I have a small sweep train.

Christina is smiling at me from behind and I realise that I have never been so grateful for someone like her in all my life.

'Thank you.' I whisper.

She smiles, looking up at me and meeting my eyes, but saying nothing else.

Not soon after, my mother glides in. Her hair is still in a bun, but it looks prettier today and her face is highlighted with just the touch of makeup. She wears a gorgeous charcoal grey gown that sweeps around her shoulders and then drops to the floor.

'Are you nervous?' My mother asks, her voice calm and steady as she peaks a quick look at me through the reflection of the mirror.

'Were you?' I reply, taking a deep breath and swirling around slowly in my heels so we're face to face, my dress dragging on the floor as I do so. 'For your big day?'

'No,' she smiles, a wistful look washing over her, 'I was marrying the love of my life, similar to you. I was trembling with excitement.'

'My mother trembling with excitement?' I laugh, 'I never thought I would hear that.'

'No,' she laughs, a beautiful laugh I don't hear much. 'I guess not.' She pauses, suddenly as she looks at me, placing her hands on my arms and taking a deep breath before speaking. 'Beatrice, I know I haven't been the most amazing mother and I haven't been able to teach you everything I wanted to with Abnegation rules, but I want to say this: I love you my darling girl, I am so proud of you. Of what you have done for yourself, for this city, for me.' She pauses then, and looks down to the ground, a swirl of emotion in her eyes that mirror my own.

'Thank you. You have no idea what that means to me.'

My mother smiles at me, a smile of true happiness and joy and then she says: 'Now are you ready to get married?'

With a grin I exclaim that I am and my mother, a vision of elegancy, walks out with me, our conversation only ceasing with the closing of the makeshift salon tent and the opening of the marquee.

My heart hammers in my chest as I count down the minutes until I can walk the aisle. I'm hidden behind a stone wall covered in moss as my mother holds my hand and peers over the wall. 'Oh Four looks so handsome.'

I throw her annoyed look because she restricts me from looking myself. 'No, no. You are not to look yet. The ceremony has not begun and we are waiting for your father,' she says.

Just as the words pass her lips, my father comes around a bend and meanders towards me wearing a black suit and bowtie.

'You look handsome.' My mother says to my father, and as they lock gazes I feel as if I'm introducing on their moment. 'And you look beautiful Natalie.' My father responds quietly before turning towards me and holding out his arm.

'I'm going to take my seat.' My mother says, disappearing around the bend.

My heart begins to race as the ceremony's music begins, a beautiful symphony of strings. Brave as I ought to be, my hands tremble and I tighten my grip on my father's arm as we begin to walk.

'You look so stunningly beautiful Beatrice,' my father whispers as we step forward, 'I can't believe my little girl has grown up. I love you so much.'

'I love you too, dad.' I whisper, too many emotions in my eyes to describe.

My father and I glide around the bend and as soon as my eyes gaze around the aisle, all my nerves and insecurities fall away.

I do feel stunningly beautiful.

As my heart mimics the beat of the music, I barely register the standing crowd or the energetic band, and when my eyes lock with Tobias, I take in a deep breath. He looks devastatingly handsome in a black tux and black bowtie with a white shirt. Standing next to him is Zeke and then Uriah, both in similar attire. On the opposite side my bridesmaids stand, having walked before me.

My father's and I last few steps are slow but steady. As we reach our destination, he places my hand in Tobias', giving me away and as he does so I can feel the mutual respect these men have for each other which makes me smile even more.

When our hands clasp together, a spark passes through me, similar to the one I had the very first time I held Tobias' hand. I can't help but grin as I look at him. 'You look good Tris,' he whispers in my ear, bending his head forward. I smirk, remembering the first time those words passed his lips,what feels like an eternity ago.

'You shrub up quite nicely yourself.' I whisper back as the Priest captures everyone's attention, including mine.

'We are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of Beatrice Prior and Tobias Eaton in marriage.' The crowd murmurs quietly at the revelation of Tobias' name but we decided we wanted to get married as Tris and Tobias not Tris and Four, so we smile at each other, me squeezing his hand softly and soon the whispers die down and the Priest dives into a speech.

Tobias' eyes never leave my face throughout the ceremony. He gazes straight through me as he begins his vows, as if I'm the only person in the world. 'I, Tobias Eaton, take thee, Beatrice Prior, to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part.'

Swirls of emotion twirl in my eyes as I speak, my voice so smooth and sure I almost don't recognize it. 'I, Beatrice Prior, take thee, Tobias Eaton, to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part.'

'Then in the name of holy matrimony,' the priest continues, 'I pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride!'

Cheers erupt from the crowd as Tobias' hand smoothly snakes around my waist, essentially pulling me towards him, and he softly touches his lips with mine. The softness and delicacy of the kiss makes my heart want to leap out of my chest and join with his as one. When he pulls away, we're both breathless and beaming. I slip my hand into his outstretched one and we glide down the aisle as petals are thrown and memories are captured that will never be erased.

'I love you,' he whispers, his lips on my ear. 'My blushing bride.'

I chuckle as we reach the stone arch that takes us through to the reception. Out of sight from everyone else, I tangle my hands around his neck and reach up to place a passionate kiss on his lips and as I break, almost teasingly, I whisper 'I love you more.'

He's about to pull me back into another kiss when we get thrown into a sea of delighted guests, family and friends of ours.

'Mrs and Mr Eaton.' Zeke grins, flashing his white teeth and wiggling his eyebrows, 'who would of thought? Just a year ago you were complaining and being all whiny about being single Four. Now look at you.'

'I was not being whiny.' Tobias shoots him a death glare that causes me to laugh. That's the man I know and love.

'Sure you were man.' Zeke throws his arm around Tobias' shoulder and pats it mockingly like an adult would do to a two year old. 'It's okay to admit.'

'Shut up!' Tobias laughs, shrugging off Zeke's arm. The three of us walk towards our large black-covered cloth table and chairs. The central piece is a massive pink-blush and gold bouquet of flowers and lit candles that cast a warm glow over us.

In the middle is a currently empty dance floor and the music from the ceremony and the guests themselves float into the reception area. Around the dance floor is other tables and chairs for our guests. I'm about to take the final steps to my seat when a shadow of a person behind me grabs my attention.

Eddie! Serena!' I exclaim, a gasp escaping me as I spin around.

'Hey Tris,' Eddie smirks, holding out his arms and embracing me into a friendly hug. 'How are you?' He asks as I let go and give Serena a hug as well.

'I'm feeling great! How did you get here? I had no idea Four invited you.'

Eddie is all smiles this morning, wearing a dashing black suit and a colorful bow tie with Serena by his side in a dazzling light pink dress. Eddie smiles. 'Four contacted us a month ago and he authorized us coming into the fence.'

'I'm surprised they let you in.'

'Well, Four's quite... Convincing.'

I laugh and gaze up at my husband, with his arm wrapped around my shoulder and me cuddled into his side with a hand on his chest. 'He certainly is.'

'So is everything arranged?' Tobias asks.

'Absolutely. I arranged a driver for seven, outside the fence. Everything's booked.' Eddie replies, making me furrow my eyebrows while I look to Serena for answers. She grins at me instead, not saying a word.

'And you received the money?'

'Oh yes. Like I said, everything's booked. And I threw in some extra things as a present from us.'

'You didn't have to do that Eddie.' Tobias says, 'Your gift is being here today.'

'I'm extremely confused right now.' I admit laughing.

Tobias chuckles quietly and kisses my forehead, before telling me that I'll find out soon.

'Please enjoy yourselves today.' Tobias says to Serena and Eddie before they meander off towards Zeke and Uriah.

'I can't believe they're here! And what is going on?' I demand, pouting slightly once we are alone.

Tobias grins. 'Well, remember when I said you could choose everything with the wedding as long as I planned the honeymoon?'

'Well Christina picked everything, but what are you saying? Are we going outside the fence again?' Even at the thought of the idea excitement storms my body.

'Maybe… you'll have to wait.'

'Tobias!' I whisper loudly, hitting his arm jokingly.

'Come on my bride, let's go enjoy our day.'

So we do exactly that. I dance until I can't feel my limbs, laugh and grin until my face feels numb especially at the speeches made by Zeke and Caleb and I eat so much Dauntless Cake that I fear I'll never be able to move again. By the time a small black saloon car has pulled up on the Pier at seven pm, I have changed into my honeymoon outfit, my face hurts from smiling so much and the surroundings around us has shifted to darkness. I say a farewell to my mother and father, to Caleb and Christina and to everyone else I love the most before I slip into the soft leather seats of the sleek black saloon car with my husband and towards the next greatest chapter in my life.

By the time the black saloon rumbles to a stop, the sun has surrendered and darkness has conquered the night.

We have been driving for about two hours now and not once have I asked where we were going, even when we exited the fence, instead I have been cuddled up into Tobias side with a champagne glass in my hand and an everlasting grin on my face.

'Are we here?'

'Yes.' Tobias replies, quickly kissing me on the nose.

'Where exactly is here?'

'Well. We are outside the fence, but not in Eddie's city, a different one.'

My eyes go wide in shock. 'How many are there?'

He laughs and says, 'we don't have to worry about that right now.'

Tobias kisses me one last time before the chauffeur opens my door and I let my black four inch heels touch the ground gently as I slip out of the small limo.

A gasp escapes me as I see we are standing at the front door of a beautiful grand hotel that has shimmering blue lights along the front and marble and gold everywhere I look. A bellboy greets us quickly and takes our luggage from the chauffeur.

'This place is gorgeous!' I say as Tobias joins my side, his hands on my lower back. It's funny, now that we are married I realise how we are always in contact with each other, always touching each other like we might lose one another if we don't.

Sliding his fingers into the palm of my hand, we walk into the entrancing reception that has a dazzlingly chandelier and beautiful flowers and furniture all around.

'Honeymoon suite under Eaton.' Tobias says once we have walked up to the front desk and I notice it is nine pm.

'Ah yes. Congratulations Mr and Mrs Eaton, if you could just follow me.'

I smile. I love how that sounds and I love it even more that no one knows the true meaning to his surname. We're invisible here.

One of the many receptionists picks up an electronic key card and walks us through the magnificent reception towards the outside area that is covered in elegant swimming pools and bars and restaurants. The place is literally swimming in life. I can't wait for all of it. We continue straight past all the bars, of which the receptionists tells me all about, until there's less music and noise and only the gentle sway of the calming waves of the ocean.

We keep walking and I'm suddenly a little nervous, around me there is only gazebos and chairs on the beach and not a room in sight. Where are we going?

I tighten my arm around Tobias; waist and he kisses my forehead in response as we keep walking. Not long after, we arrive on a small little dock with a medium size boat floating in the water.

'Tobias?' I question confusion and excitement sweeping through me.

The receptionists answers before Tobias can. 'This is where I stop, Elliot here will take you to your island-'

'Island?' I gasp my eyes wide with shock and disbelief as Tobias just grins.

'And if you need anything just asks him.' The receptionist continues, looking my way.

She begins to walk away as Elliot helps us on board and explains to us that our luggage has been taken on a different boat. We take a seat towards the back of the boat on the luxurious white seats.

Elliot is a really lively character with sparkling blue eyes and slick black hair and he looks close to our age.

He turns on the engine and while it roars to life he opens up a complimentary bottle of champagne and begins to pour us a glass.

'Congratulations!' Elliot exclaims as he passes our drinks and then settles back onto the wheel of the boat, steering us into the right direction as we shoot forward.

'Thank you.' I reply. I lean into Tobias' side, his arm tightly wrapped around me, until a large gust of wind blows Tobias' hair into his face and I laugh, combing his hair with my hands.

'Are you laughing at me?' He asks, his lips curling up into a dashing smile. Instead of replying, I sit up straighter on my knees until our faces are inches apart. I slide my hand down his hard chest and over his rapidly beating heart.

'I'm laughing at the fact that even with hair in your face you still have a knack of looking perpetually posed for a photograph.'

'It's a skill I've mastered,' he grins, running his hands through his hair at the same moment I roll my eyes. The boat sails forward, bouncing on the sea like skipping stones as the moon follows us. It's not long until Elliot cuts the engine and we slowly drift to a smaller dock that leads to an even smaller amount of lights.

'Here we are. Your luggage should already be inside. Whenever you need to departure from the island do not hesitate to phone the reception. We will be outside in five minutes.'

'Thank you for your help.'

'You are welcome Mr and Mrs Eaton. Enjoy you're stay.'

Tobias steps off the boat and extends a hand for me. I gladly accept since I've been swaying and once on land, he wraps his arm around me fully again. We follow the golden candles that align the pathway towards the few lights of a house I can see in front.

'Is this-' I pause, my eyes scanning the area slowly. 'All ours?'

'For two weeks.'

'Tobias! I can't believe you. Look at this place! We are on an actual island, our own private island!' I gasp in disbelief.

Tobias flashes his pearly white teeth, a cheeky smile, as he looks at me. 'I'm glad you like it Mrs Eaton.'

The trail of lit candles end and we are met with a stunning, secluded large wooden house built on stilts. The front has stairs leading up from the beautiful sandy beach to the left and the paved pathway that goes to the docks to the right. We drift up the stairs slowly, both admiring everything. As we reach the top of the stairs, a dark wooden stone balcony runs throughout the circumference of the outside. It is decorated with cream drapes of cloth that form a gazebo and cream and wooden outdoor furniture. I turn around as Tobias follows me as I see the spectacular view of the star-smeared sky and the faint twinkling lights of the hotel. Down below and though the darkness, I can see a hint of beautiful white sand and multiple palm trees and the calm blue ocean.

Tobias tugs on my hand gently and I spin around as he unlocks the large doors. He pushes both doors open at the same time, smirking cockily, and I fall speechless again at the spectacular interior.

Suddenly, Tobias picks me up, true honeymoon style and spins me around a few times causing me to giggle and squirm under his touch.

'This place is perfect.' He whispers, still carrying me in his arms. I smile in response and lean down and gently kiss him, running my hands in his wind swept hair.

'I can't believe you organized this, I'm beyond speechless.'

'Anything for my wife.' He smiles, his eyes lighting up at the name and my heart melts.

Our lips touch again. 'I'm so glad I can call you my husband.'

He smiles even wider before he sets me down on the floor and we take a look around our home for the next two weeks.

The opening of the doors reveal a rustic and stylish living room with large floor length windows that show off the view of the beach. I notice our luggage is also situated in the middle of the room, on the beautiful light wooden flooring. The walls are mostly cream until we turn towards the open plan kitchen that is covered in mostly grey stone. I take a quick peak into the fridge and notice it is also packed with some complimentary champagne bottles, fruits and chocolates.

Taking my hand, Tobias pulls me around to explore the rest of the beach house. He opens another grand set of doors and we enter the master bedroom. In the middle of the room is a large dark wooden canopy bed with cream linen and sage cushions. There's a large TV, mirror and sofa as well as a small desk and chair. A large crystal chandelier throws golden sheens of rays across the room and the tall dark wooden beamed ceiling above.

And that's not even the best part. Opposite the king size bed, there are beautiful white French doors that open up onto a balcony and below the balcony we have our own infinity swimming pool and if you take a few steps down from the pool, there is the beach.

To the left of the room, however, is a gigantic bathroom with a tiled beige walk in shower and crisp white towels and a bath jazzuci. There's also a steam room and an outdoor jazzuci near the swimming pool as well.

Thunderstruck at the whole house I almost jump when I feel Tobias snake a hand around my waist as he pulls me towards his chest, his lips on my ear. My hands simultaneously wrap around his neck. His face draws near to mine in soft, delicate touches and I can feel his heated breath as he lowers his lips to mine and brushes my lips with a faintest of a kiss once and then twice before finally meeting them for good.

Tobias kisses my cheek and my neck, nibbling softly, before kissing my lips again. His hands move from my waist to my zip of my dark blue honeymoon dress, and he slowly pulls the zip down, his warm hands fleetingly touching my back causing me to shiver.

Tobias' hands teasingly skims my skin as he lowers the zip to my dress achingly slowly, before it drops to the floor in a sea of blue. He opens his mouth slightly and I feel his tongue, dancing, against mine before he leads me towards the bed.

He gently lays me down on the soft mattress as I unbutton his shirt and throw it to the floor. My hands gloss over his sculpted chest in slow, soft movements and his eyes, so dark I can only see hints of blue, glaze over me with so much love, so much passion, I never want this moment to stop. He trails a slim finger along my cheek as he whispers his love to me and subsequently shows his love to me.

We continue until the hours become single digits and as I lay curled into Tobias' side, my hands entwined with his, my eyes drop close and I fall asleep to the sound of the blissful waves. The such waves that are sharp, sly, cheetahs rearing back before consuming their pray, on the bright white sand.

A week has passed since our arrival on this beautiful island. Every morning the hotel has brought us breakfast, all different types of rich gourmet I never thought I would eat and every day we spend either lying in each other arms naked or swimming in the sea or taking a boat out. Last night we joined the main hotel and went into a nightclub with bright shining lights and pounding music. This morning, I wake to the sound of waves lazily greeting the sand as the golden rays of the sun shines through the large open doors, creating an almost halo structure around Tobias' head.

I spend my time gazing lovingly at my still sleeping husband and loitering between dream-world and reality.

'Morning,' he whispers deeply after some time, nuzzling his head into my neck.

'Good morning Tobias.' I reply, running my hands through his soft hair.

He pops one eye open slowly and then the other before grinning at me. 'How do you always look so good in the morning?'

'I don't. You're still just half asleep.'

He chuckles then, turning to his side and propping up his head with his hand.

Silence laps around us as he trails his hand down my side, looking deeply in thought.

'What is it?' I ask him, my eyebrows crinkling as he frowns.

'Nothing,' he smiles, going in to kiss me on the nose. 'Nothing is the matter.'

'What are you thinking about then?'

He sighs and his hands come off my hip and embrace my cheek. He seems unsure to speak. Nervous even. 'I was… I was just thinking about our future.' He places a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. 'I can see us having a little boy with brown hair and a little blonde girl.' He pauses, hesitant. 'Do you ever see us having that?'

'Yes.' I answer honestly, my heart inflaming in size at his sweetness 'I do.'

'You promise we will have them someday then?' he tickles my stomach.

'I promise,' I giggle, as he clasps my hands above my head and plants a huge raspberry kiss on my stomach.

2 and half years later

In the beginning, I had an abundant of difficulty shaking off the feeling that going on the mission that Tobias, Zeke, Uriah, Will, Christina, Marlene, Shauna and I encountered outside the fence was going to be an extremely dangerous, and inevitable it was, but looking back at the way it turned out, it doesn't feel that bad. In fact, it almost feels better than Dauntless.

It is a confusing time. Tragic and exciting, nostalgic and afflicting, happy and wistful. The world is changing and we are changing with it. The wheels of our five factions move within wheels, sometimes in contrasting directions, but still always as one.

Once upon a time many people rejoiced at the five factions as both a promise and a possibility, a promise of survival of our society and the possibility of the future. But as time has stringed on, the time over the fence, we realise, has been paradoxical and a deeply ironic phenomenal when we reevaluate it. The factionless are starving. Many have not seen their parents in decades. We are not free. We have no future. The factions have changed the perspective of what people want to preserve.

Faction before blood promotes what people want to prevent and demolishes what people want to protect. A family living as a unit.

We live in a simpler world now. Tobias and I have now been leaders of Dauntless for two years and are first act as leaders was to open up the factions. The opening of this new future teaches us that a society working as one is better than a divided world. People still live in factions of course, but they are freer to roam and a new aptitude test has been created for the factionless.

Tobias and I have been one of the few that have been fortunate to venture out towards neighboring states outside the fence, but while there are still many more settlements to find, the majority of our surroundings are deserted lands.

Tobias and I kept his promise.

A beautiful, blonde, blue eyed, baby Adaline lies in my arms, shielded from the wind by a cream blanket. I giggle at her and gentle stroke her cheek as she coos at me. Tobias is standing just ahead of me playing with our two year old son, Thomas, in the newly built outside playground in Dauntless. The energetic toddler seems to have inherited all of Tobias' good looks, including his dark brown hair.

I've never been so blissfully happy in my life, watching as my gorgeous devoted husband plays with our son who's grinning and trying to escape from Tobias' ticklish wrath. By the time they're done, Tobias has Thomas on his shoulders and they're both panting, out of breath. Both of them walk towards my place under the tree as I rock Adaline slowly in my arms as she sleeps.

Tobias sets Thomas on his feet and our little bundle of energy curls up into my side slowly, careful not to wake Adaline. It's really beautiful to see that he has grown so accustomed to his little sister. Tobias sits next to me too and gives me a quick chase kiss on the lips.

'You look beautiful.' He whispers.

'Thank you.' I blush, even after all these years he still makes me blush at the smallest compliment.

I pass a sandwich from the picnic basket I brought to Thomas, who is quick to devour it and then to Tobias who smiles in gratitude.

It's the four of us in our little utopia, I realise. Eating our sandwiches under a sheen of golden light from the sun. My daughter wrapped in my arms and my son curled into my side and Tobias, gazing lovingly at me while holding my hand.

To the outside world, it could be seen as a very mundane family doing extremely mundane activities but at the same time, however, there is something timeless about the scene.

I now know that whatever the future holds and whatever obstacle destiny throws at us Tobias and I will jump together.

Because if I know one thing, it's this: we have each other mesmerized.

The End.

It's been a thousand years and I am so sorry. I hope you enjoyed the last chapter and my whole 'spin on Allegiant' or play on words of 'We have each other memorized.'

This story took me a total of 18 months to write and while I had planned for it to only be 2 months during the summer of 2014, I'm glad I extended it.

My plans next are to completely rewrite (because there are major scenes and plot-holes that make me cringe) and edit the story and hopefully move onto a next project, maybe not Fanfiction, in the summer of 2016.

Thank you for all my readers. Without you I wouldn't have even started Chapter Two!