My eyes opened, and as quickly as they did, closed. I gripped the sheets tightly until I could feel my nails contacting my palm.

Visiting day.

I practically forced my eyes open this time, turning my head to Tris' bunk.

It was empty, leaving no trace of where she went last night.

Like I cared.

Suddenly, Eric burst into the dorm.

I see Christina jump and I can't help but smirk.

"Attention!" He yells, grabbing everyone's half-awake concentration. He flicks a lock of hair from his face. "I want to hand out some advice about today..." He pauses for a second then continues. "That is by if some miracle your parents do decide to visit you- which I doubt." He smirks, eying Tris' bunk. "Where did the stiff go?"

No one answered.

"Don't make me ask again."

Nothing changed.

Eric sighed. He slammed the door but not before muttering under his breath, "Four."

My father and Alzas had shown up, and for that I was grateful, it was nice to know two family members still cared for someone who just a few hours ago, was a lying Candor. I walked up to them, biting my lower lip on the way. "Pete!" My adoptive sister screeched loud enough for the whole room to hear.

Everyone looked towards me and I stop to grimace at her, only hoping Tris wasn't in the room. Closing the distance between us, Alzas raced up and jumped onto my chest, laughing as she did.

It was if she was completely oblivious to the fact that there were many other parents and initiates in the space. I almost dropped her. I still had plenty of unhealed injuries. I started breathing heavily. Wincing with each exhale.

"Alzas, can you give your brother some space to breathe, please?" My father asked, raising a bushy black eyebrow.

Before I caught my breath she immediately jumped off of me, still grinning like and laughing like and idiot.

"You missed Dinny's birthday!" Alzas said. "She's 10 now! Just like me!" She continued.

I had to look up to see if Tris was here then. I looked around the room, happy to see that all faces weren't turned toward me, but at a family member of theirs. My eyes kept roaming until I caught a flash of blonde hair, right before I felt something tugging on my arm.

"What are you looking for?" Alzas asked, tugging harder.

I never felt guilty for not listening to her.

Nor do I do now.

"Shut up." I muttered, staring at the locks of blonde, and ignoring how painful the tugging felt, until Tris turned around to face me. She froze, holding my gaze and vise versa.

I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. She had me in a trance, and as far as I could tell she was too. She hadn't broken the stare yet, and that was all I needed to feel happy and fuzzy on the inside. My eyes moved down to her lips, and I instantly remember last night.

"S-say something." I whispered. "Please." I remember crying in front of her.

"Peter, stop." She said quietly, sucking in a sharp breath.

I moved my thumb, but didn't get off of her.

"Let go of me please." She spoke louder, opening her eyes.

I didn't move a muscle.

I remember her the feeling I got when she kissed me.

I fall lightly back onto the bed, because of shock and balance loss.

It was her who is on top of me now, and there is a lot more physical activity happening.

I feel something wet land on my cheek just before I'm shoved away by Tris. Her cheeks are glistening with tears that I hadn't noticed before.

"Are you happy?" She asked. "This was the reaction you wanted from me, right?" She continued.

I got off of the bed and stared back at her.

Nothing but hurt was carved into her expression.

And just like Alzas, I was oblivious to my surroundings.

For this moment, it was just me and Tris.

And now an annoying faint noise in my ear.

"PETER!" It was one yell of a male voice to take me out of my daze.

I blink twice, dumbfounded, looking at my father and trying hard to actually pay attention.

"I'm sorry what, dad?"

He sighed dramatically.

"Your sister has been yelling your name for the past minute."

I've been staring at Tris for a minute?

I had the nerve to look away from my father, into the pool of visitors and initiates.

I finally understand why Tris hadn't stopped staring at me.

Everyone's eyes were boring into me.

And I mean everyone.

Four's stare quickly turned into a glare when I looked at him.

"I'm sorry." I whispered to Alzas looking at her face while she wrinkled her freckled nose in distaste.

"No you aren't, Peter." My dad spoke, shooting daggers at me.

All conversations stopped.

"Apparently staring at a stiff is more important than your family you might not be able to see again." He said.

He was the was the only one speaking in a quiet room, and I was positive everyone heard him.

I bit my lip. Hard.

I felt blood rush to my cheeks as I looked down.

I could have sworn I saw Alzas smirk.

If it were anyone else but my father, those words would have started a fight.

He was the only one I felt powerless against.

Him and Tris.

I was no longer oblivious to everyone in the room. Far from.

My eyes attempt to move from the floor and to my father, but I can't.

"Fine." I hear my father speak. "Ally go wait in the car."

This made my eyes snap up.

"I'm really sorry, dad." I said before my sister could make a movement.

"It's alright Pete!" Alzas said, turning back into the-oblivious-happy-person. "All you had to do was tell me you were looking for your girlfriend!"

I glared her way. "Shut up!"

Everyone laughed.

I looked away from Alzas, and automatically met a blonde's eyes. Instead of like Tris, the one was dressed in Abnegation grey. She looked at me with something I'm sure wasn't a disliking, but neither was a liking. I quickly looked away from the person I new was Tris' mom.

Everything resumed.

And for my sake, people pretended to be oblivious to my screeching sister and truthful dad.

But I knew what to expect after this.

I showed Ally around the Dorm once my father left. I was tired of listening to everyone laugh with their families, and enjoy themselves. Ally can be a pain, but occasionally she shut her mouth. Like now, for instance, guiding her through the dorm was as almost as easy as breathing. Almost.

"...and this is where I sleep..." I tell her pointing to my bunk. She observed my pillows curiously and suddenly pulled out a sheet of paper. In neat handwriting, it read, 'Molly'.

"Who's Molly?" She asked. "Oh, is it your girlfriend?"