CHAP. 8

4 CHRISTINA's POV 4

I know what Tobias is about to do and I'm just so... So freaking excited! I hide in the dark corner careful not to make a sound. It was beautiful tonight, and it was the perfect moment. Come on, Tobias! Speak! Say it now!

He clears his throat a little and looks at Tris with glistening eyes.

"You know how I changed my last name?" Tobias asks. Well this is different from what I planned but I shrug to myself in the corner. Whatever, as long as he does it.

"Yeah" Tris turns to look at Tobias.

"Well maybe you should change your's too." Tobias is jittery, he is nervous.

"Why? What's wrong with Prior?" Tris tilts her head. She has no idea!

"Well, it's too much of the past. A bad past." Tobias mockingly tilts his head to match Tris.

"Okay. So, what should I change it to?" Tris questions bringing her head up straight again.

Mirroring Tris, Tobias quickly says, "Well Johnson. That's a great last name, you know." He turns away quickly but turns back to face Tris. Nervously he scratches the back of his neck.

"Are you... are you proposing to me?" Tris jumps up and down. No idea she could be so girly. But, I would get excited too so I can't complain, really.

Tobias, without a word, kneels down and brings the box out. The gold was bright and radiant like the moon; like Tris Tobias said. It had a sapphire straight in the middle. It was beautiful; I couldn't have chosen a better one for Tris.

"Yes!" Tris exclaims, "Yes!"

I step out the shadows and raise my eyebrows. "We all know that I'm planning this, right?"

"Yes, I guess. How long have you been there?" Tris smiles at me.

"All this time." I shrug.

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4 NO ONE's POV 4

Tris and Tobias sat in their bedroom in the glistening moonlight. They talked for a while but soon they fell asleep. Tobias's arms were around Tris and Tris's arms were around Tobias. It was a rough couple of years and I'm pretty sure Tris's fake death caused quite the impact.

But this night. This day. It was as close to perfect as they could get.