Tris

I wake up to bright sunlight streaming through the windows. I groan and stretch, looking at the clock which reads 11:34 AM. I sit up, and look to my right. Tobias is out like a light. I study him, smiling the entire time. He mesmerizes me, the way he looks, the feel of his skin under my hands. The fact that he loves me. I can't seem to take my eyes off his chest as it rises and falls while he sleeps. His light snore is the cutest thing on the face of the Earth. The blankets are pulled up to his bellybutton, but under them I can see every curve and muscle of his luscious body. I love this man. More than I ever thought I could love somebody. Tobias makes me feel special, and loved, and even beautiful. I never thought anybody would be able to do that, but he has. I want to be with him forever. I can't lose him. I jump on his stomach, straddling him, fully aware that we are both naked. He wakes up with a jolt and rubs at his eyes. "UGGGGHHHH.. Tris?" he says groggily, blinking at me. "Yep." I say, and kiss him hard. He moans seductively, and I take the chance to dig my fingers into his ribs, tickling him. He bursts into laughter, and attempts to push me off. I laugh, and kiss him again, passionately. "Morning, sleepyhead." I say, and he smiles at me. He's not completely awake yet. "Morning, beautiful." I blush. Every time Tobias calls me something like baby, or darling, or sexy or beautiful, it makes me love him that much more. I don't know what I'd do without him. "How was your sleep?" I ask him. "Meh.. alright, I guess. I had a few nightmares, although I don't really remember." When he says this, his eyes stray away from mine,
letting me know that he's lying, but I don't push him about it. I sit up in bed. "Mine was perfect. I woke up to you." He sits up and kisses me, then runs a hand through his hair. "I suppose we should get up." I groan and pull him back down with me. "I wanna stay here with yoooouuuu." He kisses my cheek and says, "We'll be together forever." I smile at him, and get up to find us some clothes.

After we eat breakfast and get ready, we just sit at the table. Tobias is reading a book, and I'm just staring at him like a puppy. "Tobias, I'm bored." He closes his book, and looks at me. "There's nothing to do here." "I agree." I have a question for him, but I'm afraid to ask it. Were his questions in the shower last night one of the things bothering him? "Tobias?" I ask in a small voice. "Hmmm?" he replies. I don't know how to ask what I need to know.
"What you asked me last night when we showered.. Was it one of the things bothering you?" Surprisingly, he nods. "Yeah, it was. You hadn't said anything about it, and I wondered if I didn't.. satisfy you. But I got my answer to that." He winks at me, but I can tell something's still bothering him. I reach across the table and grab his hand. "What are the other two?" Tobias walks across the room and stands by the window, staring out. Towards Chicago. He doesn't look at me when he says "I don't want to be here anymore."
My heart skips a beat. What does he mean?
"..Here?" I ask, not knowing what the answer is going to be. "Yeah, here. In this useless shithole of a compound. I want to leave, Tris." He looks at me, and I can see in his eyes how much he hates this place. He almost lost me here, and he can't handle staying here. "Well... I agree." I say, and he looks at me, surprised. "But, where can we go?" I honestly did not expect his response.

"Chicago." He looks at me with hope in his eyes. What the fuck is he thinking? I can't help but get angry.
"Chicago. You want to go back. To the city." He nods, and he looks almost afraid of me. "Why?" He rubs at the back of his head, and says "I... well, I have an apartment there. We could live in Dauntless." I look at him like he's insane, which I'm beginning to think he is. It's then that I realize I have no idea what's happened in the city in the past month. "Tobias, I don't even know what's going on there. You haven't told me anything. My parents died there, I almost died there, and for all I know, when I walk through those gates I could be shot. So before I make a choice-" I growl at him, "give me some fucking information." I'm fuming now. I can't believe he wants to go back.
Tobias grabs my wrist. "I'm gonna tell you everything I know," he says. "So quit being like this. This isn't you, Tris. Calm down." I realize he's right, and I sink onto the couch. "The city is safe. Evelyn and Johanna made an agreement, and there are factions and everything is back to normal. Evelyn sent me a formal invitation telling me that you and I both are allowed into the city whenever we want. We're not outlawed, or banned. We can go back, and it'll be fine, Tris. Please."

Tobias

She looks at me. "I need to think about this. I don't think you get it, Tobias. All that place holds for me are bad memories. My parent's death. Caleb's betrayal. Getting my ass handed to me during initiation. I hate Chicago, Tobias. Nothing good lies in going there. So why should I?" I realize she's right, and she should never have to go back there. But depsit myself, and my "be all five factions or be none" outlook, I decide to be selfish in this moment. "Can't you do this.. for me?" I'm begging her now. I want to be rid of this place, this hellhole where my biggest fear, my worst nightmare, almost became reality. I have to leave. Tris drags her hands down her face and through her hair. "I don't know, Tobias. I don't. I need some time to think, okay?" with that she turns on her heel and locks herself in our bedroom. I fall to my knees, and I'm crying. I don't know why. All I know is that I can't stop.

"Hey. Come on, Tobias. It's me." I sniffle and look up through a haze of tears, and lay my eyes upon an angel. She's beautiful, her blonde hair framing her face. Her blue eyes delve into mine, reading me and comforting me. She's Tris.
She grabs my hand and attempts to pull me up, but my weight is too much for her. I'm a mess. I know that, although I can't see myself. Not that I want to. I just groan and get up. As soon as I stand, Tris pulls me into her. "Shh, baby. It's okay.
I'm here, and I love you." I hug her back, savoring this moment. I never want to let her go, ever. "I love you too, Tris," I manage to say between hiccups and sniffles. I never thought I'd let anyone see me like this, especially Tris. But, well, here I am.
"I know, baby. Now, let's get you cleaned up and into bed." I nod, and she leads me to the bathroom. I undress while Tris starts to pour a hot bath. When the tub is full, Tris walks to the door. "I'll be in the bedroom reading, love. If you need me, just call." "I need you now..." I mumble, but I know she didn't hear me. "Speak up, love." she says gently. I raise my head and look at her. "I need you now." Tris blushes and shuts the bathroom door. She walks towards me, and pulls me in to kiss her. Tris takes her clothes off, and my eyes travel up and down her body, taking in everything. She's perfect to me. Although she is very petite, every inch of her body is perfect. Her touch makes me melt, and her eyesShe's the only thing I'll ever want and need. She catches me looking, narrowing her eyes at me, and smacks the side of my head. "Don't look!" She grabs a towel and covers herself. I walk toward her and gently pull the towel out of her hands. "I hate to say this, but I'm never going to not look at you. You're... incredible. Now, can we bath?" I blush. I'd never blushed until I met Tris. It's kind of insane how much Tris has changed me. I'm not Four anymore. Thanks to my angel, I am Tobias, and I am proud. Tris nods, and together we get into the bath. We later a couple bath towels with soap and wash each other's bodies, exploring in a loving way. After we're all done washing, we just sit in the tub, relishing this time together. All of a sudden, Tris snaps her head toward me.
"What's wrong?" I ask her instantly, my mood swinging from content and happy to worried in a heartbeat. I realize that there's tears in Tris's eyes, and I hold her face in my hands gently. She speaks one word that sends my heart crashing with guilt.
"Uriah."
I lower my eyes, not able to say anything. In our whole month together, it never once crossed my mind that I should tell Tris about Uriah's death. She must have noticed he wasn't in the dorm, but it just clicked now.
"Where is he, Tobias?" she asks, and she's angry again. It seems all we've done lately is fight. "I..." How do I say this? "How much do you remember of the time before your coma?"
Tris looks at me, confused. "Everything." "So, you remember Uriah's injuries? How he was in the hospital, in a coma?" It's amazing that two of the most important things in my life were near death in the space of a month. Tris nods slowly, and I see the realization dawning on her face. I can't look at her right now. I can't handle the guilt I know is in her eyes. I stare at the roof instead. "He.. didn't make it through. The doctors told us that they were going to pull the plug, and I begged them to give me time to get his family here. When I went back to Chicago that night..." I swallow. Just thinking about that night is hard. "I visited Zeke and Uriah's mother. I told them what happened, and how it was my fault. They came with us, and were there whennthe doctors ended Uriah's life. As soon as the funeral was over, they went back. They didn't say a word to me, and they probably never will again. I don't blame them. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Tris. It never crossed my mind. I've been reveling in you, and the fact that you're alive. I forgot about everything and everyone else in my life."
Tris is just looking at me. She slowly shakes her head, and tears are running down her face. She gets out of the tub and wraps herself in a towel. "We promised not to keep secrets from each other, Four." I flinch, and she sees it, but she doesn't seem to care. "We promised. You broke that promise in such a bad way. You hid from me the fact that one of my closest friends DIED. Why? Why couldn't you tell me? Do you trust me?" I've never seen Tris this angry before. Venom has infused her voice, and she conveys the fact that she can barely stand to look at me with her eyes. Every word she forces out is spit. "Of course I trust you. I... I didn't know how you'd react. I didn't want to hurt you. I felt like this was a secret that needed to be kept. I would've told you eventually." "Eventually?" she says, her voice quivering with anger and hurt. I don't know what's going to happen to us. "You should've told me when I woke up, Tobias. I thought I could trust you not to hold anything back from me. If you can't even tell me when my best friend dies, what else are you holding back? I feel like right now, in this moment, I don't even know you." That hurts. But what she says next devastates me, and also angers me beyond anything I've ever felt before. "To me, right now, you're just Four."
I snap. But I don't yell. Not yet.
"Do you have any idea how hard it is for me?" Tris shakes her head. "I know. So quit acting like you do." She nods, and I don't think she's ready for what comes next,
but once the words start, I can't stop them. "Tris, I was abused in every way possible by Marcus. Yeah, every way." As soon as I say this, her eyes widen and she realizes what I mean. I've never told anybody that Marcus... touched me. "Physically, verbally, mentally, and sexually. Luckily, that last one didn't leave any scars that you can see." Tris is sinking to the ground, and still I continue talking. I point to my temple. "The scars are in here the worst. What Marcus did to me made me virtually unable to communicate. He broke me. He broke my body, he broke my mind, he broke my spirit. I have so much trouble just even talking, but with you it's easy. It isn't my fucking fault I can't talk like a normal person. I don't know how, because nobody has ever been in my life to teach me, or be on the receiving end, of talking. I need to learn. I can't just change a part of me that was instilled in me through abuse, just because it ticks you off. I'm sorry I'm not perfect to you, I'm sorry I'm broken and only beginning to heal, which is all because of you. I'm sorry I didn't tell you some shit, but it's not because I don't trust you. You are the only person I trust. It was because I couldn't. I need you to help me, Tris. I will open up to you, I promise. I need you to help me along the way, though. Please." Tris is still on the ground, staring at me wordlessly. The look of pain in her eyes, pain directed at herself, is almost unbearable. She realizes now how bad what she said to me hurt, and she can't forgive herself. I forgive her. She didn't know. "Tris, I forgive you." Her only reply is a sob. A heart-breaking, anguished sob that conveys the pain she's feeling for hurting me, and the pain of everything that's happened to her in the last almost two years. Another sob wrenches itself free of her chest. And another, and another, each one slowly releasing a bit of the weight she carries on herself. The weight that is me. I get out of the tub and pull the plug. To me, that plug symbolizes everything that is hold us back from being completely happy and together. The barriers that are my damaged mind, and Tris's insecurities. All these things are going down the drain, and after they disappear, our relationship will be what it was meant to be. This brings a smile to my face, because I know that Tris and I will make it through this and be strong. I pick Tris's fragile form up in my arms, and she buries her head in my neck, still sobbing. It hurts me to see her this way, but I know that she needs to get every-
thing out, and so I let her cry. I hold her late into the night, until first she falls asleep, and then myself soon after.

Hey, guys. Let me know how you like this chapter. I'm sort of at a writers block right now. I know what I want to happen, but I don't know how to write it :/ I promise I'll figure it out soon, though.