A Dying Light

NINE

A/N: I'm so sorry for not publishing the double chapters, but I'm going to mass update to finish this segment of the story off.

They arrive ten minutes later. "You should be a cop," one of them tells me, and I smile. He hands me a card, telling me that I could apply for a scholarship to a Police Academy. I smile at the token. Tris walks into the arresting scene, dressed in plain black jeans, and a white tee. "Last words to the Arrestee?" He asks Tris and me. I nod at Tris. This is her moment. "I should've called them when my mother died," she says and beams at me. "I love you," she whispers in my ear. She kisses me, and I hear the group burst into a cheer.

I love her. I always will.

"I love you too," I whisper against her lips, and she chuckles. She kisses me again and I melt. "I have to quit being a teacher," I joke and she pulls away. She's chuckling, though she knows. "I don't want to continue Teaching, Tris," I say as if to reassure her, and she nods. "Are you okay with it?" She asks. "I mean, you don't have to date me, I'm not-" I stop her by pressing my lips lightly to hers. "You're perfect and I love you," I whisper. She smiles.

Tris

"Thank you," I whisper and my eyes search for Tobias in the crowd. He smiles at me, beaming, and I beam back. Tobias has helped me through my dark times, and I am grateful for it. "I love you," I mouth to him and he smiles. He winks, mischievously, and my shoulders shake with suppressed laughter. "I love you too" he mouths back and smiles.

Tobias

Today's the day. The big day. I plan to quit teaching at Hope and make an application to the local Police Academy. I do it over email, the application, and I go to Marcus. I walk over, running my hands over my jeans. They're sweating and my legs tremble. I don't fear my unemployment, I fear the man deciding it. My "father". I doubt he will let me go.

I place down my 2-week notice. That is the legal requirement for resignation. Marcus looks it over and nods. "Okay," he breathes and my eyes widen. Okay? "You're... You're allowing me to go?" I ask, shocked, and Marcus nods.
"I should let you do what you like," he doesn't meet my eyes saying so. I doubt he means what he said. There's something more to it... what is it? "You fear the court," I blurt and Marcus looks up. His eyes, the same colour as mine, spark with anger. "If you'd refuse my resignation, we'd have to go to the Court of Law," I explain to us both. Pieces place together in my mind. "You fear the Court because of rumours someone spread." Three years ago, someone said that Marcus abused kids who went to this school. Of course, those were only rumours as he only beat me. He also shut them down swiftly and elegantly. "Rumors only true to me," I mutter and Marcus sits again. I didn't realize he was standing from his rage. I let out a shaky breath and he shoos me out.