Four POV
I think that Tris might be mad that I insisted on going to Chicago with her, but I can't let her go by herself. It's not safe. I'm going to drive her back. After talking to our professors, they said that they would email us the work we'll miss while we're in Chicago, and that we shouldn't rush getting back. The professors here are so understanding here. We only plan on staying in Chicago for a week.
Tri just arrived at her parents house. She slept most of the way down. I feel so bad for her. I think she secretly wanted me to come. I have to wake her up, and, we begin to take our bags into her old house. Caleb comes outside looking just as sad as Tris, and helped us carry our bags to Tris' old room. When we get everything up there, Caleb gives us both hugs and leaves, closing the door behind him. Tris flops down on the bed and starts crying. I hate seeing her like this. I sit on the bed next to her, and she sits up and leans on me. I hug her, rub her back as she cries. I lift her chin up and kiss her. It feels like what she needs right kisses me back. That seems like a good sign.
Last night was amazing. I can't believe Tris let us go all the way. I really think it helped her somehow. Now, she's sleeping next to me in her old bed. The funeral is tomorrow. Tris has been through so much in the past few months that I just want to take away all of the pain. While waiting for her to wake up, I decided to look around he very large room. It's a beautiful room, but also simple. I have a feeling that this week is going to bring us closer.
