Yes, it's been a while but I'm not going to bore you with excuses, let's jump straight into it shall we?

Over to Tris... Or maybe Four?

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Previously on Affinity

Fours stare bores into mine now, his face expressionless but his eyes showing years of pain and a flash if recognition once again. I don't doubt it now, he finally notices who I am. Not a word had been spoken by him since I started, I look to him now to say something.

"I have no idea what your talking about." He spits out viciously before pushing my hand away and disappearing into the crowd.

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FOUR POV

I was walking unusually slowly, almost robotically, as if my brain was struggling to tell each foot to take the next step. My once clear thoughts sinking deeper and deeper into a stupor; like someone under hypnosis.

As soon as I saw her, the way she walked, how she stuttered and tripped up on her words... I knew it was her.

One thing I don't know however, is why she ever left at all.

Tris started talking and it was as if my body had already predicted her words, my heart was racing instantly, way to many beats per minute while my palms moistened slightly with perspiration.

The more she talked the more I wanted to run and take off, like she did all those years ago, but my feet were almost bolted into place or fused with the ground.

I got lost in the memories we once shared, how much fun we had, the times when even on the worst of days she put a smile on my face. Her small delicate touch against my cheek snaps me out of the fantasy I allowed to run wild in my mind like an elastic band.

This is when I realise, I can't allow her back in... Not again, not right now. If I can just block her out then maybe it wouldn't hurt so much, at least not like it used too. The words formed in my throat, I just had to let them free... Finally once she finished I allowed this.

As quickly as I finished the sentence I was gone, allowing the crowd to sallow me into total concealment.

Now, I regret. Dragging my beaten timberlands along the rough sidewalk, I feel utterly miserable. With the true hell of school starting again tomorrow, I can only hope to be completely isolated... From everyone really.

Unwilling to subject myself to yet more torture in the form of father of the year, I head to the only place I know. Murphy's.

Drink after drink from the array of different tinted bottles inverted against the wall, eventually everything starts to numb. My once clear surroundings now blurred past recognition.

With my head whirling and spinning like a high-speed carousel and ruffled hair I some how stumble home.

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TRIS POV

After, the incident... And being left by essentially everyone, I started to get very fed up. There's only so many times you can walk around the same fair after all. I'm just about to head out when someone grabs my arm.

Turning around stiffly and go to respond harshly when I'm met with Uriah's chocolate eyes buzzing with excitement as always.

"Hey, I was just about to head-" I breathe.

"Nooo!" He whines like a toddler who dropped their ice cream on the floor.

"You can't go yet, we um-... Candy floss! Come on you gotta try it!" He finishes with a signature smile.

I agree, only on the basis that it really does look good and I guess the fact that after the huge disappointment with Four, Uriah's the right person to be around right now.

After waiting briefly in line we both grab the biggest bag possible and rip them open before settling on a old bench which the paint flakes off like old skin.

While stuffing my mouth with the pink fluff; we talk with aimless conversation being glad of the company.

"I should get home, but um- it's been fun" I conclude dusting off my jeans as I stand stretching out my legs.

"Let me walk you home, it's late and scary." He smirks, I can't help but laugh a little.

"I'll be okay... Don't worry about it." I spot Marlene by the van which we brought our candy at earlier and point over to her.

"That's who you should walk home." I smirk back, shoving him in her direction.

The air has a chill to it now as it transverses around me, whipping my hair into a tangled cape past my shoulders. Wrapping my arms around myself for desperate warmth, I quicken to a brisk pace while constantly looking around for nonexistent threats and eerie shadows.

With my mind alert with so many thoughts and my ears ringing with white noise, I almost miss him.

A leather and denim cladded man stumbling quite humorously along in front. If it were any other night in any other place I'd just hang back a little and find another route home.

But my legs however, have a different idea... Quickening more I catch up to the masculine figure just as he trips up on him own feet.

I really underestimated his weight as it hits me fully, after stumbling a few steps myself I gain balance.

Catching his gaze, I release a breath.

Four. Again.