Uriah's POV

I watched her walk away. Marlene. My friend. The person who I've known since childhood, and has always been there for me no matter what. I watched her leave the room, her footsteps growing more distant as she drifted further and further out of my life. Yet I didn't do anything to stop her. I couldn't. My body was frozen.

I had no doubts that I'd see her again. Chicago is too small to hide from someone forever.

Every fibre in my body screams for me to follow her, to tell her that I forgive her, and that everything's going to be alright. But I can't, because it isn't true. I may not have aptitude for Candor, but after everything we've been through together, I can't bring myself to lie. Despite everything that's happened, she still deserves the truth.

I picture myself following her. I grab her hand and twirl her towards me, hugging her body impossibly closer against my chest. I whisper words of comfort under my breath while caressing her cheek with my thumb.

I want to reassure her that we can move on from this, that we're stronger than that. But I'm not sure anymore.

"Uriah?"

The sound of my name snaps me from my gaze. I look up to see Christina smirking at me, but her expression holds somewhat an ounce of sympathy.

"Candor or Dauntless?"

"Candor." When Christina opens her mouth to speak, I narrow my eyes at her. "Don't even think about it."

Christina giggles and holds up her hands in a surrendering motion. "Okay, okay."

She falls silent for a moment, her eyes focused on her hands. "I – um, why did you let Marlene walk away?"

I look at her dumbly, my lips parting slightly. It's rare to see a Candor lost for words.

"I, um – " I pause, taking a deep breath. The air seems foreign in my lungs, like breathing is unnatural, somehow. After I regain my composure, I shake my head slowly. "Because I did, alright? There's nothing else to it."

Christina points at him accusingly. "Nope, that's not an answer. Answer honestly or remove an item of clothing." She waggles her eyebrows at him, and as an afterthought, she adds, "and don't forget that I can tell whether you're telling the truth or not."

Eric snorts. "Give him time to answer, Candor."

Christina scowls at him, but quickly turns her attention back to me, giving me an expectant look. I take a deep breath. "I let her leave because it's over." I pause, seemingly happy with my answer, but Christina glares at me, and gestures for me to elaborate. "Fine. I let her leave because I can't be with her anymore. I can't be happy with someone who has fantasised about my brother while they were with me."

Christina nods. "Okay. It's your turn."

A/N: I can't thank you guys enough for sticking with me through this story. I'm sorry that this chapter is so short, but I wrote the chapter last week, and it deleted off my phone, so I just wanted to get it out of the way as soon as possible. I feel like I need to get back to the FourTris fluff :)