Tobias POV
She's awake. Her eyes are bright, she is beautiful, and she's awake. She is mine. I lean over her and stare for a second, still not believing how this is possible. I watched the footage of her getting shot. I watched her press the button to release the memory serum as she fell. I held her cold, limp hand in my own. I stared at her lidded eyes and wished to see their beautiful ice blue again. I sobbed for days. Five to be exact. I didn't eat anything either. I couldn't, seeing as Tris met her end too soon and thinking it only fair to share in her pain. Her voice breakers the silence.
"Hi," her voice is soft, dry, and unmistakably her.
"Hi?!?!" I say, exasperated, "I thought you were gone for five days! I thought you were... dead. All you say is 'hi?' God I love you so much." I lean down and hurriedly press my lips against hers, shocking her. She stiffens for a moment before melting into me and opening her mouth to mine.
"Can you two get a room?" we have both, it seems, forgotten about Christina standing not three feet away. Tris laughs slightly, "Make out on your own time! My friend just woke up from the dead!" she's ridiculous. Still can't hide her Candor, filter-less mouth.
Christina shoves me aside and pounces on Tris, seemingly not remembering her gunshot wounds. She hugs her fiercely as Tris winces and then let's out a groan. I gently pull Christina off her and Tris gives me a grateful look. I smile back at her. I can't hold my smile back and I can't shove it back behind my Four mask anymore. I am so overcome with joy that Tris is still alive and words cannot even begin to do those emotions justice.
"I feel like shit," Tris groans and puts an arm to her forehead, "how long have I been out?" out? She's been effing dead for the past five days! Jesus I can't believe this woman. My woman. I reach out and grab her hand in mine. Her hand is still surprisingly cool to the touch.
Tris shifts a little and I take her in. She is thin, pale, and fragile-looking. Her hair is now almost to her shoulders and splayed out around her head on the cold, metal table. She wears the clothes she wore when she was shot and there are still bullet holes in her sweater and blood stains in neat, red circles around those. She catches me staring at her and blushes, adding a slight pink to her cheeks. I love that blush. I love that smile. I love Tris.
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Astringent
FanfictionTris, after saving her brother and keeping her whole city from being wiped of their memories, was shot and killed by David, the head of the Bureau. But when Tris wakes up a couple of days after she should have been dead, everything about her seems p...
