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Ch 4
Tobias
I don't know when I first realized Tris was beautiful. Maybe it was the first time I saw her as she leaped into the pit, the First Jumper. Or maybe it was on the Ferris wheel when I saw her climb and felt she wasn't even human. Or maybe it was when she insisted I wasn't genetically damaged, had faith in me when I had lost it.
Or maybe it is now, watching her glide down the isle draped in fair, white fabric.
It's been about six months since Tris nearly died at the Weapons Lab; its been about five months since she woke up. Its been about five months since we got engaged; when Tris' bright blue eyes had opened once again and stepped back into the world I feared her soul had deserted, I proposed to her right on the spot. As Tris comes down the isle now, my words echo in my mind, "Tris Prior. I love you. And being so close to losing you has made me realize that without you, I can't live. I don't know when I started relying on you, but I know I'll never stop. I can't lose you, and I want to spend every living moment I have left with you. The world is so vast, and I don't want to be anywhere in it without you. Our definition of home has been jostled around and now we are lost, not knowing what to call home anymore. We thought it was Chicago, but that wasn't real, the whole city an illusion. We hoped it could be the Bureau, but it was plagued with prejudice. But now I know. I have found my home. It is anywhere, we can make it anywhere in this vast world, as long as I'm with you. Tris Prior, will you marry me?"
I remember the heat and pressure of her lips on mine, the way the almost cried as she said yes.
Christina and Cara both walk behind Tris in placid yellow dresses, cascading to their ankles. Christina's hair is down and curled, and she even got Cara, who typically keeps her hair pin-straight and efficient in its formal bun, to do her's that way too. The two girls' dresses and smiles makes them look like sunshine, light and golden.
But Tris is my only focus. Her pale dress is form fitted around her torso and at the top curve of her hips and then flows out loosely all the way to the earth. The dress is sleeveless for the warm, summer weather and the back is open with lace that spreads across her back with waving patterns that connect to the symbols in the center of her back of fire, adjoined hands, and eye, a tree, and a scale. Christina designed the dress for her. The dress is white, a blank canvas for Tris and I to start over on, but the five thin ribbons weaved theough her hair- black, grey, blue, red, and white- keep us from forgetting our life before, hold onto the memories that don't all suck. Tris' ensemble bridges our past and our future; and she is beautiful.
She reaches the end of the isle and touches my hand, mine automatically lacing into her's. Little strands of her hair caress either side of her face. Her hair is longer now; without the need for hair with a warrior's efficiency, she's began to grow it out. She looks freer now, flowing like wind and water.
Johanna begins the ceremony. "We are gathered here today in celebration," Johanna gracefully speaks with the appropriate amount of grandiloquent gestures and tone, "to celebrate the joining of Tris Prior and Tobias Eaton."
My mother in the front row smiles and purses her lips at the same time to hold back tears. My father was not invited, and frankly, I'm not planning on notifying him any time soon. Amar and George are sitting next to each other, holding hands and exchanging glittering looks, for without the GP genes being prioritized to be passed down, the pressure pushing them away has left them too. Christina's family is here too.
A few months after saving Chicago from a reset, the Bureau decided to shut down the experiments, allowing the residents living in them to leave or stay as they please, opening up their gates to the world's exposure. Christina's family left immediately in pursuit of their daughter and found her. They found her. And Chicago found the world.
Johanna had quickly become the representative for the city in the government, and she quickly earned the respect of her superiors, rising through the ranks both official and social. She was a strong leader; the people wanted to follow her. Her kind yet firm aura radiated off her, her gentle compassion and hard will harmonizing to the public's mezmeration.
When we told her we were getting married, she actually asked to marry us. We were astounded, but gratefully obliged. Now she stood joining us together with the strength in her spine and the purity in her soul; we couldn't have asked for anyone better for the procession.
The rest of the ceremony passes by in a blur, until I hear the awaited words, "You may kiss the bride," and pull Tris into me. My hand on the small of her back, I feel Tris lean into me, blue eyes glittering, and press her lips to mine. The sensation is warm and spreads through my body like drugs through an addict, only I know that this addiction will sustain me, not slowly kill me like the kiss from another would have. She is mine, and I am hers. In this moment, in forever.