Resurgent

Chapter 1

Tris walks up to me with a flower in her hand and a big smile on her beautiful face. Seeing her, I feel alive , as if someone just pumped life into my lost and wandering soul. She moves towards me with the flower.
It's a blue orchid. Her favourite.
"Tris," I whisper, "I love you, Tris."
" I love you too, Tobias," her voice comes in a slow, quiet manner as if something is stopping her.
"Are you real?" I ask, hoping to get the answer 'yes'.
She shakes her small head almost imperceptibly, and says,"I'm not. But I will visit you every night, for sure. And then we can talk about everything, and maybe I can lessen your pain."
"My pain is something that's a part of me, just like you are. It can only be lessened, not removed. After all, there will always be an empty space in my heart, the one that you filled."
"So you mean to say I have lost that place in your heart?" She asks.
"No, I didn't mean that... I..." I sigh, and then, unable to reason out my real meaning, I wrap her in a kiss. Her lips press against mine, and that's when all the worries in the world get erased, when I feel that my Tris is alive, will always be, and that nothing can separate us.
A shrill cry sounds from somewhere in the dense woods, and all of a sudden, she pulls back, her face lined with worry.
"What happened, Tris?" I ask.
"N-nothing. Just go, Tobias, you need to run..."
"What happened, Tris? Are you okay? Tris? Tris, listen to me," I say when she gets this distant look in her eyes,"I am not leaving. That's it. Why on earth would you ever think that I'd leave you and run?"
"I do not think you would ever leave me on earth. But this is not the earth, so you need to go. Just go, Tobias, go!" She pushes me away from herself and I am startled. There's a rattling sound, and then I hear a ringing. A ringing that's inside my ears.

I wake up with a start, all sweaty and wrapped up in blankets. I look around myself, and see my room around myself. I sigh hard, I really want to go back into that dream, where I could at least meet Tris, talk to her, protect her and feel like the good old Tobias that no one has made me feel ever since Tris' death.

One year. It's been exactly one year since she died. Today is her first death anniversary. I throw the blankets off my legs, and go out to the balcony of my apartment, which Amar helped me buy. Now that we're in Chicago, as we learnt, and the truth has dawned upon us, we can finally lead peaceful lives. At least it's been peaceful for all of our friends, everyone but me.

I lean on the cool metal railing which sends a tingle up my arms the moment I touch it. It's been one year, but I still feel paralysed. Paralysed with the pain of separation from my beloved Tris.
As I look out, the skyline of Chicago comes into view. It's beautiful. It is quarter past six and I know that I won't get any more sleep, so I decide to ponder upon the dream I saw. Was it really Tris? Maybe. I could feel her, that glow, that aura around her that I had first felt when I saw her. Back then, when she had jumped from the top of the building, she was a fragile, defiant and frail being. But the Tris I got to know was brave, strong and everything I could ever imagine her to be. She was my Tris.

And David took her away from me. This unknown rage starts to build up inside my gut, anger towards Jeanine, the former Erudite leader; towards David, the guy who killed Tris; toward Caleb, who betrayed his own sister; toward the faction system that made her give up her precious life; and most importantly toward myself for not being able to protect her, for not being able to predict that she wouldn't let Caleb die instead of her. Of course I knew she would've volunteered, but how could I have been so blind that I could not predict her actions?

I hear a knock on the door. It's too early for anyone to visit me, so I know it's either going to be Christina , Zeke, or Shauna. I grumble a "Come in," to whoever it is, and the door opens with a groan. I turn around and see Christina.
"What's up, Four?" She says.
"I was just thinking about...." I lower my gaze.
"I know. Tris. One year, Four, it's been one year."
"And I can't believe I managed. If it weren't for you, I would've surely been dead by now. However," I say, "I still feel incomplete."
"No one here feels complete without Tris around, you know. It's all gone. I really miss her."
I don't know if I should tell her about my dream. But, being the Candor that she was, maybe she senses that I am hiding something and says,"Are you going to tell me, or..."
I gesture toward the unmade bed, and say,"Have a seat."
She shrugs and plops onto the bed, as I take a chair and sit beside the bed.
"So I had this dream, you know." I say, my heart aching with every word I say, "Tris, she came to see me. She talked to me. It all felt so real, and then.." I skip out out kiss, "I hear a shrill cry and she is startled. She asks me to go, to run, but I don't agree. So she pushes me and then.. I woke up."
There is a frown on her face, "So, you mean to say she so contacted you? Like, through a dream?"
"Not to boast or anything, but yes, she talked to me."
"Look, I've read about this, you know. When a person contacts another person through a dream to covey some message, it is likely that there is some problem the sender faces."
"Christina, Tris is dead," I feel pained to say the word 'dead' ,"How can she be in a difficult situation?"
"I don't know. Maybe I can get my friend, who knows something about this stuff to talk to you? Will that be okay?" She says, "maybe we can figure out Tris' message if she has one."
I nod quietly and then she says,"Okay, so I'll leave. But I had just come here to tell you something. She hands me a card and I gasp on reading it.
"I'm marrying," she says casually,"And you're invited. Okay? So keep yourself free on the 4th."
"Who is he?" I ask her.
"Will."
"Will?"
"Yeah, not dauntless Will, another Will. He's equally hot and nice. Looks just like Dauntless Will, and maybe that adds reason to me marrying him."
"Okay, but just make sure you're not being hasty."
She throws a pillow at me playfully and says ,"Yeah, well, mom."

I know for one thing that this would've been one wedding Tris would surely have not liked to miss.

Maybe she could actually come along.