Chapter 25

Christina P.O.V

This day can't get any longer, crazier and oh yea insane. I started the day with Four anxious ass knocking on my door. He always does that, EVERY MORNING, letting me know to hurry it up. I wanted to believe in his hopes. The Fairy Tale that love mends everything. After all that these recent years has put us all through someone deserved a happy ending. I also saw Tris' body, her urn sits on four's night stand by his bed every night. I know better then to wish and hope like a child.

Waiting at Candor for any word on Will. I stayed strong, I hoped and prayed. Nights I even cried myself to sleep. Until the news came, someone found his lifeless body on the street. He has been shot in the head. Life stopped moving at the news. I thought life was done for me. We weren't together long, before he was taken from me. But the way he changed me, he touched a lifetime worth.

I never thought I would be able to laugh again. It took a long time. I admit though, when I finally did laugh. Guilt over powered me. Like some how laughing, enjoying my life betrayed him. I didn't even want to think about dating anyone ever again. No one understood me like Will.

So when Four lost Tris... I understood how he felt. The lost, the betrayal, needing shut down.

But then we found out Eric was alive! Eric! We watched Four put a bullet in his head, we saw the blood that escape the bullet hole. Yet somehow he was alive. Not to mention Tris, who we saw her body. Yet once again she is also alive, and to top it off her and Four have a beautiful little girl. David is dead. I hope he stays that way.

Is it possible that everything we were told were false. Love can concur all, that the dead can raise again, that hope and faith will heal everything?

"Christina... go to Caleb's lab. They are there now. Both of them." Four said crouching down, making eye contact at me. Panic clearly in my face. "Christina... do you want me to take you?" He asked.

"Are you sure it's him? How can that be? He died, he was killed! Tris..." I shut my mouth before I could finish. Remembering that Tris was just a few feet away and not remembering much. Why burden her with this?

"Come on, let me help you." He says, grabbing one hand and placing his other hand on my back. Helping me get out of the rocking chair. I didn't think I needed help, until he gave me his support. Something that I have been doing all this time for him.

"I'll be back in a minute, Tris. Will you be ok? Do you need anything?" Four says glancing back at Tris. She still doesn't understand what is happening.

"No, we are fine. Go ahead." She says with a smile. He nods in return.

When I can stand on my own, I feel Four place a hand on my back guiding the way for me. We take it slow, walking down the hall, heading towards the elevators, pushing the button. Nothing fast, letting me think and gain control of myself.

"Here."Four says giving me a tissue. I didn't even notice I was crying. I wonder if my makeup is all messed up now.

"You look fine, don't worry. He was asking for you."Four said. I nod back.

When we reach the door to the lab I take a much needed breath. Four sees me hesitate, he opens the door in front of me. The first thing my eyes goes to is Uriah. He is sitting on a couch, next to him is Zeke. Zeke has Uriah in awkward one arm hug. I don't think he has a intention to let him go any time soon. Uriah looks at me, and stand up. Zeke's arm falling down. Our arms encircles each other, squeezing on tight.

"You good, dude?" I ask.

"I'm ok. I'm good." Uriah says, laughter in his tone.

"Christina!" I hear his voice form behind me.

Letting go of Uriah, I slowly turn around. Not five feet away from me is Will. Tears running down his face, his eyes are puffy and red. "Christina, baby!" He says, and just like that five feet become zero. There is no space between us. There is only me and him. Our arms encircle each other, holding each other tight, and close. I feel him shifting in my arms, our lips meet. At first it's a kiss of tender, and insecure. But it becomes a kiss of love and devotion. The only thing living is him and me. To us there is no one else in the room. To us all time has frozen. We thought all was lost, never to find each other, to never feel each other. Love, faith, and hope proved us wrong. The bond we share too great for even death to separate us.