Tris

I awaken to the crisp clean scent of medicines and a glowing sight of white. I open my eyes wider and scan the room. I see a blurred figure on a chair to my left, and although I feel a sudden ache in my right shoulder and upper left thigh, I am immediatly releaved of pain to see who is sitting in the chair, tears streaming down his face, and lightly holding my hand.

"Tris," he whispers, uncapable of anything above a library whisper. I squeeze his hand and give him the best I've-just-been-shot-but-I'm-fine smile I can, trying to show him that I'll be alright. That I never want or wanted to leave him. "Promise me, that you will never do anything like that again."

"I promise." I find that my voice comes out as a small squeak, and I, too, feel a tear trickling down my left cheek. "So . . . So what happened to me?"

"You were shot by David after he told you about your mother, how he fell for her, and she rejected him." His voice was coming back now, but still remained at a quiet, calming tone, soothing my ears with the voice I've missed. "You were putting in the code to stop the memory serum, when he shot you, once in the thigh, and once in the shoulder. People were coming you as soon as the shots were fired. But you lost so much blood you're heart stopped beating for two and a half minutes, but came back in a coma. Doctors around here have been saying it's a mericle you survived. I'm just so glad you're okay Tris. I thought about what my life would have been like without you, and the inside of me screamed for just one more kiss, one more word, one more glance."

Again, all I seem to be able to do is smile at him, but I really want to tell him how badly I didn't want to leave him, how bad I would've felt for him if I had of passed, how much I love him. For some reason though, the first thing I say to him is, "So I was dead, for two and a half minutes?" He nods, and kisses me gently on my forehead. Suddenly, I remember.

I had collapsed on the floor, when I saw my mother walking towards me. "Am I done yet?" I ask. She tells me that I've made her proud. That she loves me. That my life is not yet complete, and there are still things, here on Earth, that must be done. That I still have my whole life ahead of me. She brushes a strand of hair away from my face and kisses me on the cheek. She gives me an encouraging smile, and walks away. Without me. The last thing I remember thinking is:

Can I be forgiven for all I've done to get here?

I want to be.

I can.

I believe it.

"I saw my mother," I say. "When I died. She told me I wasn't done yet, that I still have an entire life ahead of me." Tobias smiles with the smile that I adore, and kisses me, not forcefully, but with one that can only come from pure love.

"We have an entire life ahead of us." This time I manage to lean up, and my mouth meets his, and the energy that has been with us the entire time, since the first time he touched my waist, since the time I reached out to hold his hand, is surging through my body.

"I died." I whisper, my lips brush against his as I speak.

"You died." He closes his eyes for a second then steps away. "I'll let you rest." He walks towards the door but as his hand reaches the knob he says, "I'm glad you're alive, Tris."

"So am I." I whisper when the door is closed.

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