**I DO NOT OWN DIVERGENT SERIES
Chapter 4:
After everyone leaves, Tobias and I are left on the couch, my head on his shoulder, and his hand in mine.
"Do you want me to give you a tour… of our apartment?"
"Of course." I giggle.
We get off the coach, hand and hand.
"This is the kitchen." It's small but comfortable. It has white appliances and pastel yellow walls; a happy room. Then we head to a small hallway.
"This is the guest bedroom." It's simple, with white sheets, and a white blanket with beige walls; an ugly, boring room. We both laugh at the room's dullness, then we continue down the hall.
"Here is the guest bathroom." White tiles, white walls, a small sink, and toilet, and a bathtub in the corner. I suppose the guest bathroom matches the guest bedroom.
At the end of the hall is a white wooden door. We go inside and my mouth drops open. The floors wooden, and bed is giant, and the bedspread is a pastel blue, with a grey headboard, simple yet elegant, just my taste. He looks at me and smiles.
"The master bedroom. Did you pick out these colors?" I smile.
His face turns red with embarrassment.
"Yes…do you like it?"
"I don't like it…I love it." He smiles and picks me up and kisses me.
"Our home" he whispers.
"Ours."
That night we go for a walk, hand and hand. We find ourselves in a small park, a few blocks from our apartment. Then he comes to a sudden stop.
"Tris, when you where shot, they weren't sure you would make it. When the doctors told me that my heart simply stopped beating. My life felt pointless. I started to think about what my life would be without you. But then I realized that I don't want to think about that, I don't want to ever find out what my life would be like." His are glassy with tears then he blinks them away.
"Tris, marry me." He pulls out a silver ring with a diamond the top. It's beautiful, not abnegation at all. Tears start to spill from my eyes.
"Yes! Yes." He picks me up and twings me around, I ignore the pain in my shoulders. Happiness pours through my body. My heart burst with a warm feeling. My stomach squeezes together as if trying not to explode. He puts me down and whispers in my ear.
"I love you."
"I love you too."