Two chapters in a day? Surprise! I am posting two because I am going out for a while and don't know when I will be able to post next. But I will try to post soon. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Divergent.
This chapter starts from when all of the gang leaves Tobias' house.
My story- Tobias' POV
As our friends leave, my mind is whirling with thoughts of telling Tris about myself. Admittedly since Tris came to live here we have gotten closer, I have been finding myself trying to tell her about who I really am. So when we are cleaning up and she calls me Four, I am not surprised when "Tobias" comes rushing out of my mouth.
"Tobias" she repeats and I love the way she says my name and I want nothing more than to hear it again.
I almost spill everything then and there but I can see her tired eyes, the small yawn that is escaping her every two minutes and I tell myself to wait. That I will tell her in the morning.
The morning. The thought of telling her keeps me up almost the entire night but eventually exhaustion takes over and I fall into a dreamless slumber.
I wake up late the next morning, at about 10:30 a.m. so I make my way to the kitchen for some breakfast and I am not surprised to find Tris still sleeping, she was exhausted last night.
I make some pancakes for the both of us, knowing I have to talk to her today but also dreading her reaction. I trust her but I still fear a bad reaction. I am so engrossed in thinking about this that I do not see Tris enter the kitchen and just then I realize that I am standing here shirtless. Tris is blushing like crazy and she looks good with a messy bedhead and sleepy eyes.
I rush to get a shirt on and sit down next to Tris on the kitchen island eating breakfast and drinking coffee. I look up when I hear Tris moan and for a second I am surprised but when I see her looking at the food like it is heaven, I start laughing. Soon she is laughing along with me. When our laughter has died down and we have both finished breakfast I take our plates in the sink. Washing can wait.
I take Tris' hand and somehow it feels natural to be holding her hand now. I start by telling her about my mother, the best part of my childhood and then about my montrous father who does not really deserve this title. And she listens, I hear the concern in her voice when she asks me if Marcus ever abused me and I wonder how I got such a good friend. I tell her about Zeke finding out and then Hana. She stays silent all the time. I finally look up and try to communicate that even though nothing is really wrong with her I rejected my soul mate because of all that. I am surprised to see not a look of pity but a proud look thrown at me.
"You are the strongest person I know" she says.
I am confused, "You endured so much in your childhood, you saw what I wish no child should ever have to see and are still this amazing person now who loves his friends and is so thoughtful. If you aren't strong then I don't know who is."
I laugh brushing off the compliment, honored that she thinks this after all I told her, "and you're the best person on earth" I tell her.
She looks as if she doesn't believe me "what I just told you about my childhood, about Marcus and instead of looking at me like I am a kicked-puppy you are telling me that I am strong. If you aren't the best then I don't know who is" I tell her. It is true even if she does not realise it. She is selfless, brave, intelligent and beautiful and I am lucky to have her as a friend.