Memories of You

Chapter Thirteen - Special Delivery

You guys are truly amazing. I haven't had the best week, but you are really the best readers I could ever wish for. You guys help lift my spirits. I hope the best for everyone that is reading this. I can't tell you what your comments, votes, reads and follows mean to me. Thank you. Enjoy.

Depecher I wouldn't know what I would do without you girl. I can't tell you how much I appreciate everything you do for me.

Tris' POV

I pull the dress over my head, then zip up the side, taking a look in the mirror to make sure everything is straight.  I think back to when Tobias and I first met and what I looked like then.  While my features really haven't changed all that much in the past two years, nearly everything about my demeanor has.  I speak my mind now, I don't hang my head, and I don't run from the unknown. 

Up until Sunday, I had been in contact with my parents.  But yesterday I wrote them one last letter, which consisted of three lines.  'I know you lied.  Tobias is alive.  This will be the last that you hear from me.' 

The betrayal pulsing through my blood was enough to make me lightheaded, but when I dropped it in the post, I felt like the two years of hell I went through was going with it.  I still can't believe that my parents did something so atrocious to keep Tobias and me apart. 

I know I'll still write to Grandma every week. She's the only one I tell of my current whereabouts since she helped me so much and I know she'll keep my location a secret.  She keeps me up to date on family business since I don't receive letters from anyone else.  I'll probably still write to Caleb when I leave while he's at Georgetown with Cara since he doesn't appear to have been involved in the scheme, but I'll have to confront him about it later. 

A knock on the door pulls me out of my thoughts, "Tris?  Are you ok?" 

I walk to the door, opening it to see Tobias in slacks, and a white button up shirt; a smile playing on his lips. 

His face turns suddenly serious as he takes in my appearance, "You can't wear that." 

"Why?  What's wrong with it?"  Spinning around, trying to find what's wrong with the dress.

"Because on our first official date, I don't want to have to keep everyone away from you."  His eyes bright with humor.

I blush at his words, pushing him lightly on the chest.  "Tobias, stop.  You are being utterly ridiculous."  

He chuckles, pulling me close.  "Ridiculous or not, you are still mine.  I'm not letting anyone get near you tonight."

He kisses me deeply, not giving me the chance to respond.  I'm first to pull away, remembering what else belongs to him.  "I have something for you Tobias." 

He looks confused as I walk over to my suitcase, pulling out the stacks of letters I wrote to him even though he was gone.  Something in me felt it was necessary; almost a journal of my life events, but just to Tobias. 

I brush my fingers over the paper, remembering the first ones are going to be hard for him to read.  Those were the only ones I sealed.  Not daring to venture back to those first weeks of darkness and despair.  Afraid that my words would suck me back down, and I would never resurface.

I turn around to him, "I um...wrote to you.  Almost every day.  Even when I thought you were gone."  I clear my throat, trying to push past the emotion that has managed to lodge itself there.  "You don't have to read them, but I want you to have them."