All your reviews made me so happy and smiley that I wrote another chapter for you guys! This is basically the previous chapter but from Tris's point of view. Enjoy!
Tris
I only see blackness and it terrifies me. Bad things hide in the dark, and you can't see them coming, that is what makes it so terrifying. The rules of the dark are simple: you don't move in fear of falling, you don't speak in fear of being heard, and you don't open your eyes in fear of seeing. The last one is the worst. Not being able to open your eyes, keeping the darkness and fear in place, and not wanting to open your eyes in case you see something the darkness is there to hide.
So when something grabs my shoulders, I instantly start to scream and kick, breaking two of the rules, but keep my eyes closed, not wanting to see what it is. But when I hear a familiar voice, like a beacon in the dark, my eyes fly open.
Tobias is above me, staring down at me with wide eyes full of fear and worry. I throw my arms around his neck and push my head into his shoulder, keeping my eyes open the whole time. As soon as I breathe in his scent and feel his hand in my hair the pain begins to subside, only slightly, but enough to make a difference. I'm glad he doesn't talk, just holds me close to him and rocks me back and forth like a small child, whispering things into my hair that I can't make sense of, but savour them nevertheless, falling asleep as he runs his hand over my back.
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By the time I wake up, he has pulled away and I am lying on my bed, Tobias is looking down at me. I sit up and I realise I have tear streaks down my cheeks and my hands are shaking violently, so I clench them into fists as he holds my shoulders keeping me in place sitting on the bed.
I don't look at him; instead I keep my eyes trained on the floor off to the side of us. "Hey," I hear him say quietly. I don't respond. "Tris." He squeezes my shoulders slightly and I wince at the pain the simple action sends through my body. "Look at me."
My eyes momentarily flick up to his but then back down to my hands on my knees. I feel one of his hands under my chin tilting my head up to look at his, and his eyes lock with mine. "What was that?" He asks, his thumb moving over my chin.
"What was what?" I mumble, only feeling his hand on my face.
"You, talking. You started screaming." I furrow my eyebrows. Screaming? "Never mind."
His eyes flick to my lips, and his thumb brushes over my bottom lip, sending all my blood to my head and heating my cheeks. I incline my forehead to rest against his and his eyes close, our noses barley millimetres apart. My eyes close shortly after his as he closes the extra distance and out noses brush against each other. I want desperately for our lips to touch, for him to kiss me, for me to kiss him, just to feel his lips on my face, but he makes no further movement forwards. "I'm so sorry," he murmurs, and I feel his breath on my lips. I shake my head against his, my slightly matted hair falling around my face but I make no move to move it. I don't want him talking, about anything, at this moment. I just want to savour it and pretend that we're not in a cell at Erudite, that we are somewhere peaceful, near the Chasm at home, with the water spraying our arms and legs.
It's over all too quickly. He is pulling away and I find myself leaning more and more into him the further away he gets. I don't want him to go. When he's here it means I am safe for a little while, it means no one else can come in whenever they want, and no one can inject me with anything.
I feel his lips on my forehead, and I lean into him, my eyes still closed, and then he's gone. I hear the door open and close again, and I don't open my eyes, following rule three of the darkness, not opening my eyes, knowing that when I do, he will be gone, and that is what's most terrifying.
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