Tobias POV
Her eyes flicker. She is breathing. Is it my imagination? I call her name, again, again. I still get no response. How could this happen?
Tris POV
Just as quickly as it came, it went away. All I see is black. But I want more; I need more. Where there is a will, there is a way. And I have the will. I just need to find the way. I try harder; using strength I didn't know I had. Light. My eyes flicker again, the light lingers for a second, letting me see. But then it goes away. I strain. I fight. But death is strong. It pulls me in. I suddenly find it harder to breathe. In, out, in, out. But I can't; I can. Breathe. And it starts to become easier, easier, easier. My breathing is almost normal again.
"Tris!"
This is it. I can do this. I have to do this. I can come back. I know I can. I am alive. The way. I have found the way. Memories; think of all the good times, what has tied me to this planet. The reason I have stayed as long as I have. I think of Christina, Tobias. Tobias. I get closer, so close. But there is something holding me back. A burden. I have to face this. I think of Will. Then, he appears. Is it my memory? Or is he meeting me at the verge of death? Then he speaks.
"You are forgiven."
And a stream of light comes. I am back!
"Tris? Tris!" I can see a blurry figure.
Tobias POV
Her eyes open. She mumbles something. But how can this be? She was dead; she is dead. But she is alive, before me, breathing. Her heart is beating. She mumbles something; it sounds like my name, but I can't be sure. I help her sit up. Christina is behind me, but she isn't. Nothing is around me. The world does not exist. The only thing that exists is Tris. And she is alive. Alive. She touches my cheek, and I pick her up. I don't care about anything else; I don't care. I walk towards... I have no location. But I keep going. Tris is alive. I'm running now, Tris in my arms.
Tris POV
Tobias carries me, but I am weak. I drift off, but I fear that if I do, death will find me. But I'm too tired to fight. I pretend the fear does not exist, and am quickly submerged into a dreamless abyss.
When I open my eyes, I am laying. On what, I do not know.
"Hey, your'e awake," Tobias says. He looks tired. Lines are etched into his face, he looks older. His face is red, but it's fading.
"How? Where am I? I was shot; I'm dead," I say. I struggle to lift my head up, but with Tobias's help, I manage.
"Yeah, well, it's not the first time you've lived when you were supposed to die," he says, slightly smirking.
"But how?"
"I don't know. It doesn't matter; your'e alive, and that's what does matter. Your'e with me," Tobias says, his smirk fading, "I thought I was going to lose you," his voice quivers, "You were dead. But you came back."
"Hey, I'm here. I'm never going to leave you," I say, motioning for him to come over too me. I would walk over to him myself, but I'm kind of, what's the word- dead. He walks over and hugs me tightly, and I somehow find the strength to hug him back. Love is what made me strong enough to come back; love is what's making me strong enough now.
"Where are we?" I ask him, pulling away.
"Well, we finally got our own apartments, and, I was thinking, do you want to share this one?" he says it nervously, like he is handling explosives.
I nod my head, trying to find the strength inside to smile. It comes out weak.
"The others are settling down as well, but they won't be coming by until tomorrow. I figured you would need some... space," he says.
"Thanks," the word comes out a croak. I lay back down, Tobias carefully laying next to me. If we're moving in together, then we will be sharing this bed from now on, it's a lot to get used to.
I slowly drift off, his arms around me. I listen to his steady breathing; his heartbeat. It feels like home. His smell is reassuring, and I hold on to it, even while I'm dreaming.
The doctor stands before us.
"Well?" Tobias asks, the urge for the answer tickling my throat. It's been a week since I came back to life.
"Apparently, Tris has something called the will. We haven't seen it in a long time; we thought the people with the will were extinct," he pauses, "But apparently we were wrong."
"Yeah. By any chance, would you happen to know exactly what the will is?" Tobias says. Oh, Tobias. The thought of losing him makes my heart ache; makes my body ache. I almost did lose him.
"The divergent are uncommon. But the ones that have the will- they are called the Willpower- are rare. They can survive anything; they can come back to life after death. They could be immortal, if they wanted to. The spirits of the Willpower are free; powerful."
I was beginning to think that my divergence meant nothing; and maybe it doesn't. But I am a Willpower. I am indestructible. My divergence is strong. But that doesn't have anything to do with it. I am strong; but that doesn't matter either. My love is strong; that matters. That is the reason. My love. My love for Tobias; for Christina; for Uriah; for Caleb; for my family. But I have realized it now. I can let go of my family. Because I have a family. My friends. My boyfriend. They are me; they are what has shaped me into what I am; what made me into what I am. Because they are my family.
A/N:
Roses are red
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I'm sorry for the shortness of the last chapter. I wanted to make it dramatic; a cliff hanger. Blah blah, my fellow writers understand what I mean. But this one is longer, and my future chapters will be also