Tris and I sit on the rock, our bodies pressed together tightly, consuming each other's presence. I pull her bare body closer to me and bury my face in her hair. It's been three months since Tris was announced dead; three months since everything beautiful in life faded to grey. But now, my dull black-and-white world is now filled with color again.
"Tris," I whisper into her hair and lean my head down. "Tris."
Tris looks at me and caresses my check and I carefully lean into her touch and kiss the palm of her hand.
"Uriah is not dead," Tris blurts out and I sit up.
"What? Have you been with him?" I question. Tris just sheepishly looks at me and says, "We met up there. There were others at the Location; there was Marlene and... Will." Tris shakes her head as if she can't believe it.
"How did all of you survive?" I ask, although I like the outcome.
Tris shakes her head. "I don't know. But Tobias," Tris starts. I raise an eyebrow and look into her eyes- the eyes I have been craving to see for three months.
"We need to get Christina and Zeke. We're going on a train ride.