"And then you disappeared for three days. I had no idea what happened to you or where you went. I just wanted you back and I wanted you safe. But when I came to your room…you looked at me with such animosity I was taken aback. You had never looked at me that way before. I didn't know what to do. I still don't. But I'm trying to take it slow with you."

We have been sitting here for what seems like hours taking about my past. It seems completely surreal. Everything that I remember is a lie. Everything that I thought about Tobias is wrong. Even now, sitting next to him on my bed, with our knees touching, I know there's truth to what he's saying. But I can't see it. The memories I have are still of Four being cruel to me. The stories I'm hearing are anything but that. I keep my eyes on my hands, my heart thumping away in my chest, because I feel like if I look at him, it's going to kill me.

The way he's been looking at me, and his soft touch and voice, I want so badly for the truth to be real.

"And you and me?"

"We were in love," Tobias says. I glance up at him at the past tense, an overwhelming feeling of disappointment spreading through me. "I mean, I'm still in love with you. I'm always going to be in love with you. But I can't do anything with you when you keep looking at me like you're scared of me."

I swallow and look back at my hands. He loves me. How can it be that he can say things like this, and yet I know deep within my very core that he's not lying to me? Everything has changed between us. And not just because I can't remember the relationship I know that we've had. I know the history, he's spared no detail in that, but I'm not her anymore. He reaches out and lifts my chin so that our eyes are locked again. A burning feeling erupts in my gut, spreading to every part of my body. I have never felt this before, and yet the feeling isn't foreign to my body. It recognizes and craves it. So much so that I'm sure my cheeks are turning read.

"But please don't hide your face from me," He says brushing my hair behind my ear. I close my eyes and a breath escapes my lips at the feeling of his skin on mine.

"That's…nice," I murmur.

I can sense that he's smiling, even without looking at him. My body knows him so much better than I would like it to. "Tris."

My name is a whisper on his lips, unlocking the deepest parts of my soul. My eyes flutter open to meet his. "Tobias."

He brushes my cheek with his thumb and I literally have to fight my urge to move closer and climb into his lap. Even with just a glance I can tell that it will be the comfiest place I can be. "What are you thinking about?" he asks me.

Everything about him is drawing me in. Sure, when I first met him I had let myself daydream, let myself imagine, that something could be here between us. But that was a very brief daydream. I thought it was impossible. But now? He's here, in my room, wanting to talk to me. And with every touch of his hand, my heart erupts, sending sparklers everywhere. It's impossible to ignore the way my body feels around him. And because of that, I give in and I move into his lap. His arms come around me and I bury my face in the crook of his neck.

"I'm here," he murmurs as he rubs my back. "I'm always going to be here for you."

"That sounds so normal," I respond. "But it's hard to swallow."

"Give me time, Tris." His voice is pleading. "Please give me time."

I nod. "Okay," I whisper.

He presses his lips to the side of my head and I can't help the small smile at the sweet gesture. "I should go. It's getting late."

I don't say anything as I climb off of him, but when he moves to get off of my bed, I grab his hand. "Can I ask you something?"

He looks back at me. "Of course."

"Please don't think that I'm her," I say.

"Who?" he looks confused.

"Tris." I answer. Then I shake my head. "That sounds confusing, but let me at least try to explain."

He sits back down on the bed with me, his hand still in mine. "Of course."

I'm struggling to keep my eyes on his. There's this huge part of me that feels like what I'm about to say is going to disappoint him and I don't know if I can handle that look on his face right now.

"I don't know if you realize this," I tell him. "But I have a feeling it's going to be damn near impossible living up to this person that I don't remember."

He stares at me for the longest time and I wonder if I've upset him. But then his face breaks into one of the biggest smiles I've ever seen, save Amity farmers. And it's hard to resist smiling back. "What?"

He closes the distance between us and pressing his lips to mine in a soft kiss. My first kiss. Well I guess not really. But the first one I remember. It doesn't last long and he's already pulling away by the time I think to close my eyes.

"Um…" I swallow. "What was that for?"

He's still grinning. "You don't remember?"

I shake my head. "What am I supposed to be remembering right now?"

"I said that to you," Tobias tells me. "When they had taken my memory from me. I told you that I couldn't live up to the guy you remembered me as."

I sit back, astonished. Is it possible, somewhere deep down, that I remembered him saying that to me? I'm sure Erudite would have a field day with that. I shiver at the thought of Erudite and all that they have become.

His eyebrows come together. "Everything okay?"

I nod. "My train of thought took me somewhere I didn't want to go."

"Can I ask where?"

"Thoughts of Erudite and everything they've done."

He scoots closer and takes both of my hands in his, squeezing softly. "They can't hurt us anywhere, Tris. We've got the knowledge and we've got the power. And Jeanine is on our side. I think."

I shake my head. "I don't even remember why I should be scared of her, Tobias. It's more the things that they've done. How is it that all of this has been wiped away like it never even happened?"

He shrugs. "We're working on that. But I have a theory."

"A theory?"

"What if this, you losing your memory, or rather it being replaced is a warning?"

"A warning for what?"

"A warning to stop asking questions."

"Do you think that if we do that, I'll get my memory back?"

He shrugs. "I don't know."

I chew on my bottom lip. "Will you still love me even if I don't?"

He stares at me, the strangest expression on his face. He lifts one of my hands to his lips and kisses softly. "I'll love you always, Tris Prior."

And it's the most soothing thing I have heard all day.

A/N: I know I'm so behind. Sue me. Not really! Leave comments! They're the best part of my day!