Okay, so, I had this idea and I'm not sure if it sounds good or... what. Anyway, tell me if Four is in character and enjoy!

Each and every simulation is scarier than the last. Not only are they about Amar, they're about my family, long lost friends, people I still love from back home. The first few days of stage two, I cried myself to sleep. Now, I walk away, not a tear in my eye. I have to force myself to stay in the simulation longer than I want to because of Amar's warning. I hate it. I hate how in the simulations the taunting of the people who killed my loved ones makes me go into an outrage. I wake up with the feeling of their blood on my hands. I walk out of the room, away from the man I know still loves me, feeling like a murderer.

I've made it halfway through. Four and Zeke tell me about how the simulations are crazy, over dinner. I nod in agreement, wanting to go to bed. I look down at my plate. I've only eaten half of my food. I hear the Dauntless chat and laugh over stupid mess. I look up to see Amar walking over to us. I feel a jolt of electricity go through my body. Me and Amar haven't had any time alone since I got my tattoo. I watch as Amar sits down in front of me. Four and Zeke stop talking. They stare at me and Amar. Amar's usual warm smile is on his face but the smile doesn't reach his eyes.

"So I am happy to let you know that you all are doing great," Amar says. "Be sure to get plenty of food and sleep and that kind of stuff." With that, he stands up from the table. he turns to walk away. I feel a deep ace in my chest. Four and Zeke begin talking again. When he gets a few steps away, he turns back to me. "Oh, and Abby," his eyes sparkle, his smile sneaking into his eyes. "I think you left your jacket in the simulation room. It's locked so if you want it, you'll have to come find me."

I feel a flutter in my stomach and laugh. "Okay. How about after I'm finished with my supper?"

He nods, turns on his heel and walks away. I look down at my plate, a bright blush creeping onto my face. I pick up my unfinished sandwich taking a bite. I can't believe Amar gave the excuse of that I left my jacket somewhere. I don't even have a proper jacket.

I hear Four laugh. Zeke elbows me in the ribs. "Hey, Miss. Blush Much. What's going through your mind?"

The question catches my attention. "Humm? Did you say something?"

"Yeah, I asked you what you were thinking about."

I laugh. "Just thinking about how I forgot my jacket. I was sure that I grabbed it before I left the room." We all roll our eyes. With another laugh, I stand up from the table. "Well, I better go get my jacket."

"Okay! Later," Four and Zeke call to me. I continue to walk away.

I find Amar leaning on the wall beside the cafeteria. Without saying a word, we lace our hands together. We sneak through the shadows into the simulation room. I smile as I enter.

"I see no jacket." I say to Amar.

He rolls his eyes. He takes off his own jacket, folds it, then puts it on the side arm of the simulation chair. Bringing me into his arms, he kisses my forehead. I hug him tightly. I look up at him, meeting him nose to nose.

"I love you, Abigail." Amar says.

I kiss the tip of his nose. "I love you too, Amar."

He releases me. He walks away from me, a bit. Clearing his throat he asks, "Do you honestly mean that?" He turns to me. I nod my head. Duh. I wouldn't say it if I didn't think it was true. A shy smile crawls onto his face. "In that case," he gets down on one knee. A small gasp puts new air in my lungs. He pulls out a small black box from his pocket. "would you do me the honor of becoming my wife? Of course we would have to wait until after initiation and all but still... What do you say?"

He opens the box, showing a simple engagement ring with a small diamond in the center.

Heat pricks the back of my eye. Marriage... Marriage to this man I've hardly known over a month yet I already love. I smile my bright smile.

"Yes!" I squeal, careful not to raise my voice but so much. I nod my head incase he didn't understand me. "My answer is yes!"

He leaps up. Wrapping me in his strong arms, he spins me around. His laugh strong and proud. Setting me down, he takes the ring out of the box. Taking my left hand, he slips it onto my ring finger.

It's a perfect fit.

I stare at the ring on my frail finger as Amar wraps his arms around me. Amar places his hand underneath mine. His dark hand gives a contrast again my skin as we look at the ring together. I can't believe he asked me, of all people, to marry him. I feel…. I don't know. I feel jittery and happy and overwhelmed, in a good way, of course.

I turn in his arm. Standing on my tiptoes, my lips meet his. I love him so much. I can't wait until after this freaking initiation. We break away, staring into each other's eyes, I remember back to when we first met. I can't believe that was only about a month ago. Amar kisses my forehead.

"You should get back." Amar mumbles, his lips tickling my forehead. "People will wonder where you've disappeared to." I laugh at this.

"I highly doubt that. But, sadly, you're probably right." I say as I back away from his warm embrace. I turn toward the door.

Before I leave, Amar hands me a jacket. It's the one he was wearing when he walked it. "You forgot your jacket. Remember?" I laugh. "Oh, and thank Four for me." I turn, confused. "He helped me pick out the ring. He was, really, the only one I knew I could trust with this."

I nod and smile. "I will." I say as I slip on his jacket. Opening the door, I slip back into the shadows. The scent of Amar wraps around me like a fuzzy blanket. I hug my sides. Soon, I'm back at the dorms, sooner than I thought I would be.

"Found your jacket, I see." I jump. Four's voice startles me. "Although, that looks like the same one I saw Amar wearing at dinner. Care to explain?"

"I'm sure I don't have to explain anything to you." I say as I turn towards his voice. Sarcasm paints each word. I lean against the wall. "Thank you, by the way. Amar told me what you did."

A low laugh erupts from his throat. "Of course, now, how are you going to explain it to everyone else?"

"Easy, I won't have to. No one notices me enough to look at my hands." I yawn. "Come on, I've had a big day. Both of us need to go to sleep."

"Yeah. We should." He opens the door for me. "And people do notice you, you're just too scary after what happened with Eric to approach and talk to." I laugh at this but don't comment.

Instead, I crawl into my bunk. Tomorrow, I will have to face another fear simulation. Except now, if Amar dies, it won't be my boyfriend dying. It will be my fiancé dying. I shake that though out of my head. It's just a simulation. It's not real. Just a few more days and then it's on to stage three. For now, however, it's blissful sleep.

The next morning, I take a quick shower, not daring to take off my ring. When I wrap my towel around my body I realize my clothes were gone. Still dripping from my shower, I walk back into the dorms. I see Eric grinning evilly. In his hands, are none other than my clothes.

"Eric," I say, my voice has an edge to it. "Give me back my clothes."

"No." Eric says his voice as cold and as hard as my own. I raise my eyebrows. "Is that a tattoo I see?"

I roll my eyes. "Maybe. Come on, Eric. We only have a few minutes."

He crosses the room. He stops in front of me. "How low does the tattoo go?" He asks.

Geeze. What a creep. On second thought, I'll just go get new clothes. I roll my eyes again. Walking around to my bed, I grab more clothes. Going back to the bathroom, I quickly change out of my towel and into my new clothes.

As I walk out of bathroom I notice that Eric is pouting. A grin crawls up my face as I exit the dorms. I wait outside the simulation room. I replay last night over and over, in my head, each word, each touch, everything being how it was exactly. I cherish the memory and, for once, I'm glad that I have a photographic memory. Now, I will the memory, literally, forever. Before I know it, my name is called.

I walk into the room. Taking my usual seat in the chair, Amar gives me a warm smile as he inserts the serum. A slight groan of pain tries to escape my mouth but I don't allow it to. I swallow my pain and lay back, allowing the serum to take effect.

Well? What did you think? Is Four in character? Review and let me know!