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****Tris's POV****

I stand at an altar of flowers with the beautiful blue ocean beside me and hunter green bushes behind me. I finally recognize the colors- Tobias and Peter's eyes. Tobias stands in front of me, grasping my hands. Christina and Will sit in the crowd next to my brother and parents. They are crying from joy, with small tears pooling in their eyes and running down their cheeks and into their laps.

Suddenly, Peter shows up in a suit similar to Tobias's. He pulls a gun out of his pocket and lines it at my head. He's going to shoot me, I know it. His eyes smolder in mine, and I see regret somewhere deep inside. Tobias's hands vanish from mine, turning to sand and slipping through my fingers. I feel a lump in my throat swelling up and keeping me from breathing properly. The safety clicks, and then the gun goes off.

Lauren has kicked the gun from Peter's hands, screaming at him in the process. She wears the short black dress she wore to homecoming. Peter falls to the ground and stays there, motionless, pale, and shivering with fear and cold. That's when I notice I'm absolutely freezing, the cold air biting at my skin until goosebumps appear.

A fire starts and swelters around me. Hot cinders fall on my beautiful dress, charring it until it's black and begins to crumble. I'm left standing in jeans and Tobias's sweatshirt, but I can't smell it like I usually can. Tobias grabs my hand to get me out.

When did he come back? I don't worry and simply run with him. Peter has disappeared and Lauren stands where he was laying, blocking our path. She smirks at us and then kicks Tobias back. I feel myself be drug along with him.

He burns and burns and burns, but he isn't dead yet. His screaming continues for hours on end, until finally he turns back to sand. I dig through the sand to try and recover him and build him again like a snowman. It doesn't work, so I fling myself in the fire. I scream once more when I see Eric's body beside me.

I wake up at around noon. My eyes slowly pry themselves open, and I rub the sleep from them to help. Colors dance in front of my eyes before I can take in where I'm at and what happened. I don't remember my dream, only that it causes a lingering feeling of fear that settles itself in the bottom of my stomach.

Speaking of, that now growls furiously at me to eat. The thing is, though, I don't feel hungry. After everything that happened last night and technically today, I feel strange. I'm not sad, just traumatized. I saw someone die and I was saved by my frenemy's girlfriend. Tobias…

I sit straight up and look hastily around my room for him. He's not anywhere that I can see. I can't remember much, not even my dream from last night, but I know for certain that Tobias took me home after Eric died. I remember him carrying me into my room and the gentle sway of his arms beneath me. I brush hair out of my face and feel my cheeks with my hands.

My face is sticky from tears, which means I was sobbing. I don't like this, feeling helpless and scared and confused. I'm sure Lauren must feel worse, and Peter no better. Why didn't he just help me? He wouldn't have killed Peter; I would have stopped him before it happened. And where is Tobias? If there was ever a time that I needed him, it is now.

I push myself all the way out of bed, the floor cold on my feet and making me rush to the bathroom. I take a long, drawn-out, hot shower, letting the water relax my tense and sore muscles. I don't let myself think about anything but relaxing each individual muscle and slowly waking it up. I hop out after the water turns cold and dress in shorts and a t-shirt.

I pull my hair back and prepare to be yelled at for skipping my daily chores. I walk downstairs- still barefoot- and find Caleb sitting alone on the couch watching his beloved TV. He glances back at me and pats the couch beside him for me to join him. I do, and he flips the TV off almost immediately. I note that it was on his favorite show.

"I saw him," he says.

"Pardon?" I ask.

He sighs. "Don't play stupid, Tris, I saw him this morning. I can't cover for you every time he comes over. I did your chores, too."

I stay quiet for a moment before I decide what to say. "Thank you, Caleb, for doing my chores, but we really didn't do anything illegal."

"Why was he over then?" Caleb interrupts.

"Because," I say, my nerves wearing away like sand in a strong wave, "At the cornfield party, a fire started. Eric died. I can still even smell the smoke."

It's his turn to stay quiet for a while. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize that's what had happened."

I hold up a hand to stop him from continuing. I don't need to hear this and I don't need to be reminded of what happened.

"It's fine. Listen, Caleb, I just don't want to have to talk about it again."

I move to get up and grab myself some cereal from the kitchen. After eating breakfast, I head upstairs to my bedroom with the hopes of blocking out the world with music. I pull my blinds shut to create a false night and put in my headphones. My phone blasts loud music resembling metal, and I close my eyes so that the sounds envelope me. The next one is quiet and instrumental, but it isn't loud enough for me. I don't need to be calmed, I need to be awakened. I'm in a fog of confusion and sadness.

My music is on for about an hour before a hand jostles me awake. I hadn't realized I had fallen asleep, the opposite of what I had intended, when I see Tobias. He sends me a small smile before stroking some hair out of my face. I smile back up at him when he plucks an earbud from me. I move to protest, but he pops it in his ear before I can stop him.

He smiles at me. "You're listening to Archer's Arrows?"

I smirk, embarrassed. "Uh, yeah, I looked them up and thought they sounded good."

He sits on the edge of my bed gingerly and takes one of my hands in his. He rubs his thumb across my palm as he listens appreciatively to the music along with me. I consider getting out Divergent, but realize that with Tobias here I don't need to submerse myself in an alternate reality. I smile at the thought of how happy I am with him, and he notices.

"What?" he asks, brushing a hand across his chin. "Am I wearing my lunch?"

I chuckle. "No, I was just thinking about things."

His eyes light up with curiosity. "Like what?"

I shrug. "Just you, and how I feel."

He moves closer to me. "How do you feel?"

I wrap my arms around him and kiss him on the lips. When he moves to kiss back, I pull away. "That's how I feel."

"Aren't you going to ask me the same thing?" Tobias asks.

"Well then, Tobias," I ask softly, "How do you feel?"

His hands cup my face and my own move to the back of his neck. The kiss gets more and more insistent as the minutes go by, and we are soon both pulling back for breath. Once I gasp and sputter enough to regain mine, I crash my lips against his- just as the door opens.

"Hey, Tris, mom wants you to…." Caleb starts to say, looking down at his phone and then seeing Tobias and I. Tobias is straddling me, and I feel my face blush a deep red and fear turning into a tomato. Caleb's countenance resembles my own.

"Tris! I told you not to do anything stupid!" he whispers harshly so as to not alert our parents.

Tobias quickly swings off of me and helps me to stand beside him. I brush through my hair with my hands and feel rage swelling up inside of me.

"You weren't supposed to come in without knocking first! It's none of you business what I do or don't do…" I mutter.

Caleb glares at Tobias. "You've got, what? About one week until the wedding? I'm sure you two can wait until then."

"A week?!" I exclaim.

Caleb sighs. "That's what I was coming up here for. Mom wants you to come downstairs and discuss the new date. Some of the family can't get in as late we expected."

I groan. "I don't care if cousin Al comes or not."

Caleb scowls at me. "Tris, that's no way to be talking. I'll tell mom you're busy, but you and Tobias better not be in that position when I come back in." He looks to Tobias. "And I will be coming back in to check on you."

He slams the door as he leaves and I turn back to Tobias.

I roll my eyes, saying, "He's a bundle of joy and sunshine, isn't he?"

He smiles. "He just wants what's best for you. I can't blame him. Only a week, Tris, only a week. That means our aptitude testing is only about two weeks away."

"We have two weeks left before we start our job? We may as well live it up," I conclude.

He grabs me unexpectedly around the waist and twirls me around in the air. I laugh as the air rushes around me and flips hair into my mouth. He grins from ear to ear when he sets me back down, making my heart flutter even faster than before. I'm past the point of blushing, already feeling comfortable and safe and whole around Tobias. This morning, when I woke up, I felt like part of me was missing. Whether it was the dream or the events of the night, I cannot say; however, I can say one thing. Tobias fills up that space. I don't know how life before even worked out without him.

His stunning blue orbs bore holes into mine as he studies my face. He frowns slightly.

"You have no idea how much I would like to read your mind right now."

I chuckle. "I was just thinking that we should go somewhere."

"Like Navy Pier?" he asks.

I frown. "That's a cool place, but the ferris wheel is under construction, remember?"

Tobias snickers, getting a glare from me. "Sorry, it's just, I hate heights. I can't stand that ride and I never will be able to."

I roll my eyes and cross my arms. "Fine, but we still get to ride in the top of the double-deckers."

He grabs my hand in agreement and I'm glad I put on jean shorts today. My shirt is one from the school fundraiser, as I still buy things from Prepchester. Correction, my parents do. They want to support the school Caleb and I went to, since it's considered a good one. I sigh, knowing I'll have to go to bed earlier tonight to wake up and do Caleb's chores tomorrow.

On the way down the steps, Caleb hears us and comes to meet us at the landing.

"Where are you going?" he asks.

"Navy Pier."

"Chicago's lakefront playground?" he asks with a snort. I nod my head and ignore his comment.

He glances to the kitchen and living room where my parents are currently residing. Then without a second thought, he grabs his jacket and leads the way to Tobias's Jeep. I stand awestruck for a second before deciding this is my way of paying him back for doing my chores. It's the least I can do, I suppose, but I'd rather have Christina here. Even Lauren, who could share the feelings I've been having about Eric. I wonder if the police will ever find him…

I shake my head to clear the thought and then skip along behind Tobias. I ride shotgun and turn on the radio in the Jeep. Tobias had it on some local college station which Caleb seems to love. As if inviting himself wasn't rude enough, he asks if we can pick up Susan. Tobias takes it in stride.

"Sure," he says. He must feel like he owes him for not ratting us out to my parents.

We pick up a confused but still proper as ever Susan, who wears khaki capris and a pristine white top. My outfit, which I was once happy about, now seems less than up to par compared to hers. I shrug off the self-consciousness after seeing Tobias's simple jeans and dark t-shirt. He can make even that look amazing, though.

Once we arrive at the main gates, I get out, shut the door, and meet Tobias in front of the Jeep where he puts an arm around me protectively. Vendors are already out under tents in the circular drop-off area, and the large building stands before us imposingly. Susan and Caleb stay close enough to touch, but don't quite make it yet.

We head inside and buy tickets for the rides and double-decker tour. The man at the booth tries to sell us tickets for a yacht called Mystic Blue, but we kindly decline him. He alerts us that the ferris wheel is out-of-order and where the bathrooms are, and then politely sends us on our way to deal with the next set of customers.

"After you," Tobias says with a flourish of his hand. When I step in front of him he places a hand gently on the small of my back. I see Caleb lightly holding the hem of Susan's shirt so that he doesn't lose her in the monster of a crowd.

Tobias and I make our way around the pier once, the salty air hitting my face and refreshing me like never before. I almost feel like the entire place could easily collapse and suck everyone into the water like a black hole, but steady myself and my thoughts.

I see the ferris wheel without spokes first, closely followed by roller coaster and rock climbing wall. Tobias must see my face light up at the rock climbing wall, because he takes us over there first. We wait in line until it's finally our turn.

We hand the man a ticket for entry and he helps us both harness up. I don't want Tobias to feel uncomfortable with the heights, but one reassuring look puts me at ease. I'm strapped in securely and begin my ascent, feeling much like someone climbing a snowy mountain due to the chill in the air that grows with the height.

Tobias stays slightly below me, almost like a spotter. I pull myself higher and higher, and before I know it, I've reached the top. I hang on and look down to see Tobias a little out of breath and wobbly. I grab his hand and pull him up the rest of the way beside me, making sure his foot is planted firmly on one of the rocks.

We take in the scene below us and gasp at its beauty. Everyone is bustling about, having fun, save for the young girl crying over a stuffed animal. The water laps lackadaisically against the short and pier itself. I smile and feel my heart sink to my stomach as my grip slips.

I'm startled and unable to recover as I snap towards the ground, only to be saved by my harness. I laugh and allow myself to float the rest of the way down, Tobias doing the same. Once we're on the ground, I unstrap myself and immediately head in a different direction. Tobias struggles to keep up, but another thing has caught my eye.

A building labeled Earthly Elements has interesting jewelry in its windows. I pass by after seeing one too many rocks and instead decide to window shop. Tobias and I walk hand-in-hand, talking aimlessly about what we see. Finally, my stomach decides it's time for food.

We find an Auntie Anne's and quickly head over, waiting in the long line. Tobias orders me a slushie and pretzel and the same for himself. We sit at a small table nearby and gratefully sip at the slushed ice until our heads hurt from brain freeze.

I notice that it's already beginning to darken to the point where I can tell a difference. It can't be later than five, considering we left around one…

"What time is it?" Tobias asks me, mirroring my own thoughts. He sits back in his chair as though it's a recliner.

I whip out my phone and turn on the lock screen. My eyes bug out. "It's already six!"

He sits up straight. "Whoa Do you need some dinner?"

I shake my head, but my stomach once again protests. Apparently a pretzel isn't enough for the greedy thing hell-bent on taking time away from walking around the pier with Tobias. He drops our empty slushy cups and napkins into the garbage before setting off to find a restaurant. After a while of searching, we come across one that isn't too busy.

I text Caleb:

We r at Capi's. Come meet us for dinner?

After a minute or so his response comes across my phone.

no thx. we alrdy 8

I roll my eyes at his newfound love for texting language. We go inside the restaurant and are seated. The place has a darker and more mature feel, and the table for two we are seated at makes this feel like a more formal date. I brush a strand of hair behind my ear, only to have it fall back to my face.

Tobias reaches across the table to move it just as our waiter clears his throat. I squirm and readjust myself in my seat to look through the menu he gives us.

"Can I interest you two in something to drink?" he asks.

"Just water," I say, which makes his expression fall.

"Peach soda," Tobias affirms.

We scan the menu, and every so often I will peek above mine to see his face. His eye flit across the words rapidly as he takes in every option and appraises it. His expression changes minutely with each new item.

"Here are your drinks," the waiter says, startling me out of my reverie. "Are you ready to order now?" he asks.

"I'll have Penne with Pesto," Tobias says without looking up from his menu.

"Just Gino's Classic Caesar Salad," I say. The waiter snatches up our menus.

"Cheap date," he mutters to Tobias, who doesn't respond.

"The help really seems nice here," I say a bit louder than I intended.

Tobias chuckles, then lets his face grow serious. "Listen, I know what happened with Eric really bothered you, but we can't let it eat away at us like this."

"Us?" I ask "It's bothering you, too?"

He scowls a little. "Yes, though not for the same reasons as you. You weren't safe, and I couldn't save you. If Peter, of all the people, and Lauren hadn't been there, you could be dead right now. I feel really… conflicted, about Peter."

I nod my head. "So do I. I like Lauren, and I know you do too, but Peter's just a wild card."

He rests his face in his hands. He stays like that until our food arrives, and the waiter gives him a questioning look.

"You alright?" he asks, setting the food down on the table.

Tobias nods his head. "I'm fine. I've got to go to the bathroom."

He sits up so abruptly that the entire table shakes and knocks over the salt and pepper. I rush to pick it back up for fear that our waiter will get even more pissed at us. Tobias rushes away and I silently pray that he'll be back soon and that this waiter isn't a flirt like Uriah. Honestly, I don't know what I would do if he was here…

"Are you alright?" the waiter asks me.

I nod my head. "We've just had a loss recently, and it's been taking a toll on both of us."

He frowns at me. I notice he has a stocky build and violently orange hair. He scratches a hand through it.

"I'm sorry to hear that," he says, but it sounds more like he doesn't care but doesn't want to come across as a jerk. Maybe he fears I'll get him fired if he doesn't.

"Thanks," I say, noticing his name tag, once flipped the wrong way on purpose, is now revealing the name of Drew. He walks off with hunched shoulders and I continue my wait for Tobias alone.

I pick around on my salad when a hand rests on my shoulder. I jump and press a hand to my chest. I try laughing it off.

"You scared me To-" I start.

"Miss me?" he asks.

***Tobias's POV***

I can't stand to look at her and know she could have died. I can't do this. I can't keep beating myself up, though, either. That's why I even came back this morning- in an attempt to regain my balance and strength with the situation. Tris must be worried sick about me, but at this point I can't find it in me to care. This moment belongs to me.

Granted, this moment entails me sitting in the men's bathroom in a stall with the door closed, listening to some guy pee for longer than I thought possible. I seize the opportunity, though, and build up the walls in my mind again. I don't even know why I brought up Eric with Tris. How stupid am I?

I thunk my forehead and realize too late that's not a good idea. I rub the sore spot in hopes there won't be a red mark and an awkward explanation to Tris. The other man finally leaves and I'm able to concentrate.

I decide that I'm going to get over this. Tris is alive and we are getting married. I should be relieved that Eric is no longer here to torment us. I suck in a deep breath and exit the stall, washing my hands just to buy myself more time.

I open the door and run face first with our waiter, who surprisingly doesn't shoot me a dirty look. I brush the incident off and go back over in the direction of our table. That's when I see him sitting across the table from her.

A/N: Think you know who it is with Tris? Don't be too sure of yourself! BTW, we don't live in Chicago, just sorta close, so we've never actually been to Navy Pier. If we messed anything up about it, sorry.

Question of the Chapter: Best amusement park/carnival/festival you've been to?

Our answers: The fictional Delphic from Hush Hush, because it's where Patch is. :) (If you've read the book you'll understand.)