A/N: hey readers. I know I haven't been updating much I'm losing inspiration and motivation for this story.

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A very pissed-off reader(guest): I'm sorry I didn't answer this in the last chapter but I know I confused a lot of people in the beginning of chapter 14. That was kind of the point. It was Fours nightmare

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Without further ado… chapter 16.

Tris POV

Tired.

That's all I feel. That's all I feel capable of.

Walking.

That's all Uriah and I've been doing for the past three hours. I only know because Matthew gave us both watches before we left.

Hunger.

Thats all I feel right now. We haven't eaten anything in six hours.

Thirst.

So I guess that this actually makes three feelings I can feel. We've barely drank any water that we have in fear that we'll run out.

Even with the watches it's getting harder to comprehend time. It feels like every second is a minute and every minute an hour.

The only thing that keeps my mind off walking, is thinking about all the possibilities or Demario's that could happen when Uriah and I finally manage to get back to Dauntless.

If.

No. I can't think that way. We will make it back. We have to.

Even if our friends no longer need us, need me, even if Tobias has moved on, we need to get back. No matter what. We need to.

Tobias POV

3:12 am

The angry clock light blinking at me. I've barely gotten any sleep. Tomorrow, or rather today, marks two years.

How have I made it this far without you?

Who am I kidding. I haven't. I haven't lived up to my end of the bargain. Well I have. I've teetered to the edge as close as I could get without falling.

What did Natalie mean by Tris isn't dead? Of course she's dead. I saw her with my own eyes. I touched her cold, lifeless body damnit!

I lay awake. Wondering.

'If I had just listened to her that day, Uriah would be alive.

If I had made it back to the Bureau just a few minutes faster, would Tris still be alive?'

"Stop beating yourself up over this Tobias. Either way, the same outcome would've come to both of them. No matter how it came about or who did what."

I shoot up in bed. I must be hallucinating. There is no way in hell i'm hearing Natalie's voice again. It must just be from the lack of sleep.

"You're not hallucinating dear child. I'm talking to you plain as day. Stop worrying. Get some sleep." And just like that, I fall into a dreamless sleep.

Uriah POV

God fucking damnit.

We've been running for hours is seems like when really it's probably been one. Now we're only walking and it feels like crawling. The heat is horrible. We haven't got an insurmountable source of water so we've got to use it sparingly…

"Hey Tris?-"

"No Uri. You asked me 5 minutes ago and the answer is no. You ask me 5 minutes from now, the answer will still be no. It's a good thing Matthew gave me the water because we'd be all out of he'd given it to you. We've still got about…. um…. maybe…. I'd say…. 7 to 9 hours until we get to Chicago and we need the water to last. So again, no."

I knew it. She wouldn't budge. She does have a good point though.

"Fine. Whatever." I grumble.

"Stop thinking about wanting water and the heat. It might help." I hear her say from farther away.

"Yea, like that'd help." I grumble. "The heat is all around us and my throat and mouth is parched for a taste of water." I say as I catch up to her.

"Oh look at that, Uriah, being poetic. I never thought I'd live to see this day. Or rather hear you say anything like that." She sarcastically says while slightly laughing, I lightly punch her.

"Oh shut up. I guess almost dying and then walking through this fucking heat for what, the past hour and a half, has had an affect on me" I laugh and I see her frowning slightly. "Hey. What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Not really anyway. It's been a long time since we could laugh and joke around like this. I don't really remember the last time all our friends were together. I mean all of us. Maybe before the war? It feels nice."

"You're still worried that he's moved on aren't you?" I ask her, noticing her sudden solemnity.

"I am worried that he has. But apart of me hopes he has. Hopes he found his happiness." And with that we keep walking. On and on and on.

I have worries of myself as well. I'm worried Marlene has moved on. I also hope she didn't spend the last two years mourning me though. I hope she found her happiness as well, even if it would crush me.

I sling my arm around Tris's shoulder and squeeze. Hopefully some reassurance. For her or for me I'm not sure.

A/N: again. Long overdue. And again I hate how short this is but I will be making them longer soon lol. Anyway. Have a good night/day! Reviews would be much appreciated!