Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent, Veronica Roth does.
Tris' P.O.V.
"We need to talk."
I watched as a confused emotion replaced the surprised one on Tobias' face. I stared at him as he continued on contemplating me. I felt the nerves get to me; I couldn't stand there any longer. I stalked past him, careful not to touch him, and entered his house, without being invited. I walked through the living room and sat uncomfortably on the edge of a couch. I lifted my head as he closed the door and leaned against the wall, across from me.
"Well, let yourself in." He sarcastically said, trying unsuccessfully to disperse the tension between us.
I gave him an intense glare, feeling cold-hearted. There was no possible way for him to make me feel anything that resembled the words 'happy, relived, etc.' at that moment. All I felt was anger, rage, panic and the emotion that present the most was sadness, and I was disappointed with myself because I felt that way. There I was: sad, blended feelings invading my entire body and he was casually resting his weight on the wall behind him. Tears violated my peripheral field of view, blurring everything, at the realization, for the umpteenth time, that he had no feeling towards me.
"Look, I am genuinely happy you came here because we have a lot of talk about..." He started out.
I cut him, "Indeed we do, but I'll be doing the talking today. I came here to make some things clear with you, not the opposite. So I get the right to speak first."
"But I have waited five years for this..."
"Well, guess what?! So did I!" I stopped him, standing up straight, out of anger.
I took a deep breath and let my arms fall at my sides.
"You really need to stop stalking me or however else you would describe what you're doing. In Paris, I thought it was simply a coincidence, a really big coincidence though. But then, you're here. But that's fine, you have the right to live wherever you want, that's not my problem. My problem is that you're here as my fiancé's boss!" I noticed him cringe at my last words, but now was not the time to get distracted.
"And I don't understand why. Haven't you done enough; you destroyed my last years as a teen? Do you constantly have to torment me, is that what you've wanted?" I asked him, though I wasn't expecting a reply.
He opened his mouth and I told him, "Don't answer, that was not my point."
"I want you to stop, to stop it all. And I don't care what you have to do. It doesn't matter to me whether you have to resign from your work or leave this country; I don't want to see you, whether it's by pure luck or on purpose, I want you out of my life!"
I shocked myself because I ended up screaming the last part and I wasn't the only one surprised. I recomposed myself and waited for him to speak up.
"I can't just quit my job!" Tobias exclaimed himself.
"You couldn't simply leave me five years ago to go off to University with no (A/N: Just imagine that Tris added the 'F' word (the bad word, not Four :P) here even though it isn't written.) explanation. But you did, so you'll do this; you owe me BIG time!"
"You never let me explain myself." He poorly defended himself.
"Never? How about yesterday or in Paris? I have a better idea; during my last year of high school. No wait, I know what would had been even more wonderful; if you had given me a proper explanation the day you informed you here going to attend Northeastern University, in the tree house? Did you know that I never went back to that tree house again?! All of this useless drama caused by you." I mentioned.
And right as I finished talking, a ringing tone rang through the whole house. I turned around to face the wall and not Tobias' face as I pulled out my cell from my back pocket.
I read the ID number and cursed inaudibly to myself. Did she not know when the right moment to call was? I guess I should have turned my phone off . I pressed the call button and held the phone to my ear.
"Hi!" I said, but I didn't exactly wanted to greet her that way.
"Hey, I heard your voicemail, what's wrong?" Skylar questioned.
"Now not's the right time for me to answer that." I responded mysteriously as I side-glanced at my ex-boyfriend.
He clearly looked troubled.
"What do you mean?"
"Look, I really need to go!" I informed her.
I noticed Tobias lift his head up and watch me.
"But you-" I heard her say before I ended the call.
I hated being so rude, mostly to my best friend, but I couldn't properly talk to her while Tobias was in the same room as I was.
I shoved my cell back in its pocket and crossed my arms over my chest.
"I hope you got me clear. And I'm not kidding; I want you out of my life!" I demanded, giving him the best severe look I could muster.
He lowered his head and stared at his feet. With both satisfaction and sorrow that he did nothing to properly defend himself, I walked to the front door. I guess I knew now, with certainty, that there was nothing between us anymore that was holding me back from giving up on him - and our love. (And I felt so terribly bad admitting that because I was engaged to someone now.) As I stepped outside of his house, he grabbed on to my hand. At that moment, memories from our past came flowing back into my mind, like a large wave that blurs everything after its passage. Warmth escaped from his hand, went up to mine and traveled all across my body.
"You can't leave, Tris. I haven't explained myself. Please... Stay..." Tobias begged.
The way he said it, the way he said my name, it made my heart throb. If I didn't leave now, I would never will be able to let go of him. I couldn't afford doing this to myself again and I couldn't simply let go of Aden, I loved him.
"I'm sorry, I can't do this." Tears fell out of my eyes and ran slowly down my cheeks, leaving a salted trail on my skin.
I yanked my hand out of his grasp and left him at his doorstep.
Four/Tobias' P.O.V.
I watched her get into her car, wiping her tears with the hands of her hand, furtively. I looked at the vehicle pass my house, ride far off on my street and turn at an intersection. I went back instead and slammed the door shut behind me. My entire body was trembling with rage; I was so mad at myself. There she had been and I let her off so easily. Tris had came to me, to my house, and I didn't hold her back from leaving once again, exactly like yesterday, but that was something else. I felt my hand vibrating with adrenaline; I needed to punch something. I ran down the stairs to the basement. I flicked the lights on and walked to the far end of the room. A black punching bag was dangling from the ceiling; I knew having this would benefit me one day. As soon as I get close enough, I take a shot. I haven't thrown punches in a long time, so at first, it stings, but I ignore the pain.
30 minutes later, my body muscle hurt from everywhere and I had bloody knuckles. I went back upstairs and cleaned the blood from my hands. From the fridge, I grabbed a bottle of beer. I pulled a bar stool from under the counter and sat down. Popping open the beer, I took a long sip, letting the alcohol burn down my throat.
While I was downstairs, many similar questions and statements that demanded to be paid attention to kept rolling around in my mind. I can't just accept what Tris said without putting up a fight! But how to do it?! If she doesn't forgive me after I explain myself, then fine, I would leave her forever with great sadness. I caused her enough pain for it to last a lifetime, I couldn't add more to that hurt! I wanted the best for her and if I wasn't it, I would find the right person who would be. But what to do and how to do it? How can I make her listen to me? She wouldn't hear me out, but maybe she might want to listen if it was someone else who told her! Yes, it's my only way out of this. It was my only solution at that moment and I couldn't wait any longer to come up with another plan. I had to do it!
I quickly grabbed my iPhone from where it was lying on counter and punched in a familiar number. The person picked up after 2 rings.
"Hello?"
"I know where she is!" I told.
Well, hello guys. How are you all doing? I'm all good if you exclude the part that school has started. So I know I said I would be updating soon, but for those who read my other story, The Strength of True Love, know that I had a little trouble writing its last chapter, so I had to ask the readers their opinion and the whole problem lasted about 2 weeks. And I like to show equal attention to both my stories. So in the future, I will be updating on weekends. One weekend, I will be posting The Night Sky and the next weekend The Strength of True Love and it will continue on like so. I hope you liked the chapter, I gave a lot of effort into writing it since I hadn't updated in a while and I didn't get much inspiration in a while.
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(And I'm sure many of you were sad to notice that there was no FourTris (Well, at least not how you thought!) in this chapter. But it might, or might not, happen sooner or later (sooner rather than later)! :P) (I know, what I wrote is probably really complicated, that was sort of the point ;))
Until next time! (In 2 weeks, or sooner! (Fingers crossed!))
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