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Tris

I wonder what Christina wants to talk to me about. I know that she's probably concerned with what happened at the party, and how Tobias and I reacted, but she seemed like it was slightly urgent. Maybe it's just to reminisce because it's getting close to what would be the next Choosing Day. That's when she and I met and started this whole adventure, so maybe she's feeling nostalgic. But that's not really like Christina. At all

I finally convinced Tobias to let me out of the house a few hours after Christina came by. I told him that if I was going to adjust to this new life and new system that I would need to do normal things and that included girl talk with Chris. As long as it didn't involve shopping with Chris. The closer I get to her apartment, the more I have the feeling that this isn't just going to be regular girl talk, though. As I approach the door, I can hear her sobbing inside

"Chris," I say lightly as I knock on the door

Before I can even take a step back from the door, she's swung it open and is standing in front of me with tears all down her face, black with make up

"Chris, what's wrong?" I ask as I wrap my arms around her, leading her to the couch.

"It's...it's.." She stutters. "It's Uriah."

"Chris," I sigh, having no idea what to say to her, "I know what you're going through is hard.

Hard? That's all I've got? She lost her first boyfriend because I shot him, and then the next person that she gets close to gets blown up in an explosion- one that was indirectly assisted by my boyfriend. What she's going through is plenty more than hard.

"We broke up," she manages to spit out.

"What do you mean you broke up?" I ask, now more confused than ever.

"I went to see him and he broke up with me," she wails.

"Christina," I start very slowly, "the last time I saw Uriah, he was in a hospital bed waiting to be taken off life support."

"The last you saw him," she mumbles.

"What does that mean?" I snap a little, but then calm down when I realize that she's my best friend and she's hurting, even if I don't understand it.

"He woke up, Tris. He wasn't supposed to. But one day he started breathing on his own, and then before we knew it he'd opened his eyes. Not long after that he spoke," she says, fresh tears pooling in her eyes. "And I don't know how it happened, but I've never felt so relieved in my life. I ran over to him and I just kissed him. He got that big Uriah smile and held my hand all night while we talked."

"Why didn't anyone tell me this?" I ask, almost yelling. "Why didn't you tell me this?"

"We haven't told anyone, other than the people that were there," she says. "He's still sick, still in the hospital."

"Yeah, but Chris, Uriah is part of the entire reason that I risked my life and almost had to give it," I say, my eyes wide. "I'm your best friend, and not only did you not tell me that Uriah's still alive, but you also failed to tell me that he's your boyfriend."

"Was my boyfriend," she says bursting into tears again.

I sigh and take her into my arms, letting her cry on my shoulder. I'm still mad at her, but now isn't the time for that. That, I have decided, I will save for Tobias when I get home. When I finally get her calmed down a little, I go into her kitchen and make her some tea. She thanks me when I hand it to her and looks at me as if she wants to ask something but is unsure if she should or not.

"Go ahead," I tell her, and she opens and then closes her mouth.

"I just," she halts, "I was just wondering, you know, when you and Four were in a rocky spot, when you weren't sure if you were going to stay together, how did you stay sane?"

"I'm not sure that I could have been considered sane," I joke, "but I did have a lot of other things to think about, bigger things that I needed to focus on. Avoiding him also worked wonders."

"Yeah, but you knew you still loved him."

"I knew that I loved him, but I wasn't sure that I could forgive him, or that I wanted to forgive him, or that I wanted to keep fighting in that aspect of my life, too. But Chris, I also had a choice. I knew that I could forgive him and move on and keep him in my life, or I could not forgive him and live without him. At first I needed some time and space to think about it, I tried to get away from him to see if I could live without him. That might be what Uriah is doing. I don't know what happened with you two, but I think it's best to give him some time and space. No doubt he'll realize that he needs you in his life."

She accepted this advice and finally calmed down. We spent the rest of the night eating cake and talking about what happened at Zeke's party.

"I can't believe Nita! I can't believe Peter!" She gasps, her mouth full of chocolate cake.

"I know!" I shriek, reliving the moment.

"Nita has some nerve to kiss him right in front of you. And Peter, who would have ever thought that he liked you?"

"I don't think he does, Chris. I know Tobias said he reset him, but I just feel like it didn't work."

"You think he's just hiding that he still remembers everything and that he's still his old self?" She asks.

"I don't know, I think it's possible."

"I'll find out," she grins devilishly. "Candor, remember?"