I wake up. Four smiles at me and wraps his arm around my back. I bury my head in his chest, letting him hold me tight.

"Good morning." I say.

"Hey." He responds. I gently press my lips to his. He kisses me back, but then a few moments later, I pull away. The clock says 5:02. I roll out of bed and slip my clothes on.

"Where are you going, Tris?" Four asks. I don't fully respond.

"Come with me."

After he gets dressed, I take a thick blanket and I grab his hand and gently pull him outside. When I set the blanket onto the grassy floor, I sit down and gesture for him to come. We sit in the grass, watching the slow sunrise and the black ravens fly. It was peaceful. For a while.

Four's POV

Tris is a sleeping beauty. Well, for now, at least. I examined her face while she was sleeping. Her long, blond hair frames her perfectly shaped face, and her delicate, soft lips emphasize her bolder nose.

But her eyes. Her eyes can't be prettier than anyone else's. Her long eyelashes brush against her eyelids, and… she's just perfect.

Her eyes flutter open. I smile and wrap my arm around her, tugging her closer to me.

"Good morning," she says.

"Hey." I respond. She kisses me gently and I kiss her back. Then, she looks back at the clock, which said 5:02. She climbs out of the bed and puts her clothes on.

"Where are you going, Tris?" I mutter. Yes, on the weekends, I must get my sleep.

"Come with me." She looks into my eyes, pleading. I groan, get dressed, and walk out the door. Tris is already outside, holding a blanket. She sets it behind the house and waves her hand, telling me to come over.

I walk over to her, lie down in the grass and squeeze her hand tight. The ravens fly peacefully in the sky, making black shapes across the orange-to-blue gradient.

"Hey, now that we are free- from diversity and from pain, we can be together indefinitely. We could do anything." Tris smiles. I nod, a smirk creeping up my face.

"Like this?" I scoop Tris up in my arms, and a bubble of laughter escapes her. I twirl her around, until my arms ache and I set her down. She playfully hits me.

"Hey…?" She is cut off by the shadow looming over her. It was a huge high-tech vehicle, ridden by Dauntless guards.

"Run!" I shout, and I lead her to the back of the house. Then I open a crate, pull out a few weapons and toss one to her. We try to shoot at the engine, but it is surrounded by some forged iron.

The only place to run right now is the forest.

Tris' POV

This is an unexpected attack.

We don't know why they are chasing us. The only thing that we know that is they WANT to kill us.

"Don't look back!" Four yells, panting. But I point my unsteady gun at one of them. I shoot, and the guard at the steering wheel gets hit, losing consciousness. Another backup soldier throws him to the back and takes his place.

We sprint, dodging trees, leaping over brooks and rocks. Who knows if we'll survive? My legs are getting weaker and weaker, losing strength. I hear a boom, and a sudden pain hits me like a brick in the shoulder. I yelp in pain.

"We got her!" One of the soldiers said. Four looks at me worried, and black starts to form at the corners of my eyes. I touch my hand to my shoulder, and when I pull it back, blood is dripping from it.

"Four…" My shoulder is in huge pain, and now I realized that I was shot. My lips tremble and I fall to the ground, tumbling down the hill, while I don't know what is going on. All I see is light before I black out.

Four's POV

Tris loses consciousness- on the top of the hill. She starts to fall downwards. Crashing into fallen branches and rocks, thorns grabbing her jacket and staying on them. I quickly sprint down to try to catch her, but she stops rolling.

We have reached the end of the forest and now there is just plain, flat land. I pick Tris up and run back into the forest, a different section.

I see a small cave in the distance. It is very tight, but ignoring my fear of confinement, I walk in and place Tris down and examine her. She has scars, bruises, scratches all over her. Her bullet wound is even worse. Flesh gaping and tearing into a bloody hole.

"Oh, Tris." I whisper, holding a motionless body. I sit there and wait until they come.