The Way I Loved You {Divergent}

Part IX

"Breakin' down, and comin' undone,
It's a roller coaster kinda rush,
And I never knew I could feel that much,
And that's the way I loved you."

This was a horrible idea. I broke up with him, he hates me. Why would he even answer the door?

I stand there, staring down at the old doormat with my hands in my pockets.

I wait for what feels like forever, but it only happened to be a few seconds.

He opens the door, and takes a double take, probably wondering what I was doing here, at his doorstep, at 9 o'clock at night.

"Hey." I say in a small voice.

His eyes shine with curiosity and his hair is damp, like he just took a shower.

"What are you doing here?" he asks.

I brush a few strands of hair out of my face, "Um, I just wanted to talk, I guess."

He gestures for me to come in, and I brush off invisible dust, looking around the warm home. After telling me about Marcus, I convinced him to tell someone and he moved in across from me to his Aunt Tori's house.

"Tobias?" A voice calls from the kitchen, coming closer. "Who was at the door?"

Tori stops when she sees me. "Well, Tris, it's nice to see you again." she says, a little tense, knowing of Tobias and I's past.

I smile at her anyway. "You too, Tori."

We make our way upstairs to his room, which is cluttered with school work and clothes sprawled across the floor.

We sit next to each other on his bed, and there is a silence between us for a few seconds.

"Tobias, I made a mistake." I start. "I know we fought, and I know I thought it was best at the time, but I don't know if its best for right now. I like Al, and he's a nice guy and he treats me right bu-"

"If your here to gloat you can leave." He says, jealously burning his gaze.

"But I love you." I continue. "And I miss you, and I'm fond of Al, but its nothing like what I feel for you."

He stares at me, startled by my words. Suddenly I'm pulled into a hug, and he's holding me as if he'll never hold me again. His hands grasp my head, running his fingers through my hair, and even though its just a hug, it feels much more than that.

"I love you, too, Tris." He murmurs into my hair.

His warmth radiates onto me, and fills me with pure joy.

I stand in his arms for what feels like hours. I don't want him to let go, and I don't think he wants to either.

"What happens now?" I ask.

He takes a deep breath, processing the question. He looks at me, staring, and I stare back.

Suddenly his lips capture mine and I'm soaked up in his presence yet again, savoring the moment and the electric shock I get from his touch.

Once he breaks away, he says to me, "I don't know what will happen tomorrow, or a week or month from now, but now, right here, it's just us. You and me."

He lays me down under his covers and we sit in silence with each other, as if we are remembering every little aspect of what is between us tonight, as if its our last.