Disremembered (Fourtris story)

Chapter 15: Not the Reunion She Was Expecting

Chapter 15: Not the Reunion She Was Expecting

*Tobias POV*

She suddenly jumps to a sitting position, and her strength surprises me as she forcefully knocks my hand off her shoulder. I note that she pulls her hand into a fist and pulls back – ready to strike me. Crap, what the hell am I doing?! This woman is petite, her hair in what appears to be a messy bun. What if this is not Tris, and I am just some weirdo sneaking through medical wards and waking up sleeping young ladies in the middle of the night.

I need to know, even though the answer terrifies me either way.

"Tris? Beatrice Prior?" I gently ask, not wanting to startle her any further.

She takes a sharp intake of air, and the small sob escapes her lips. It is dark in the room, I am unable to see her facial expression clearly. And suddenly her hands are on my chest and making fists into the front of my shirt, before I finish processing what her hands are doing I feel a wetness on my neck. She has buried her face into me and is sobbing softly.

My arms are frozen at my side, I am completely still. Afraid to upset her by pushing her away, but equally uncomfortable and fighting the urge to distance myself from her. She is a stranger to me. This closeness is making me uncomfortable.

Thankfully she pulls her face away from me by her own choice, problem solved. I sigh with relief. I then move my hands gently to hers, ready to remove her grip from my clothing – only to pause when she starts to speak. I am frozen.

"Tobias! I knew you would come. I didn't know when, but in my heart I knew you would save me." She whispers to me, her voice soft and certain. I feel like I am a stranger intruding on a personal conversation between two people that I do not know.

She is confident when she speaks to me, in a way that frightens me because I know it is no longer true. In that exact moment I realize – this is going to be really hard to explain to her. Why had I not thought this far ahead in my plan? Damn it.

Suddenly her lips are on mine, pressing firmly and confidently. Her tongue teasingly touches my lower lip. My mouth opens in SHOCK and she takes that as an invitation to gently slip her tongue into my mouth. Before I can remove her hands from chest, I feel her release my shirt and confidently move up my chest, her hands gently caressing me as they move up.

I am suddenly powerless to stop her. She is in control.

My hands falling to the bed, resting on either side of her, I am careful not to touch her. And then her arms are encircling my neck. I suddenly feel her gentle fingers slipping up the back of my neck into the hair on the back of my head and she deepens her kiss while increasing the pace of her tongue, mine immediately follows suit.

I stifle the groan that suddenly wants to escape. What is this girl doing to me?! Oh my God, this is not happening. This is a disaster.

As I am thinking about my predicament, my mouth begins to kiss her even more fervently, demanding more from her – just for a moment before I catch myself again. This is not right. I think about how this kiss means two completely different things to each of us.

I am being driven by desire, and I can only assume Tris is driven by a deep love.

It is not fair what I am doing to her – giving her hope, when I know there is none. The old me is gone, I am no longer hers. I gently pull my lips away from her and place my forehead against hers. "Tris stop. Tris...please, you need to listen to me."

She whispers sweetly, "I love you so much. I will always love you."

She then pulls away so that our eyes can connect. She gently bites her lower lip while giving me a small sweet smile. Her hand moving from my hair to gently caress my face, her thumb gently touch my now swollen lips. I almost chicken out, this conversation that I logically know will crush her. I also know, the sooner the better.

"There is no more Four. Not anymore. I am Tobias Johnson now." I pause to see her eyes widen with realization, and then the tears form. She gently shakes her head side to side, as if to say no. As if she is trying to will it not to be true.

I clear my throat before I continue. She tightly closes her eyes, and the tears then fall down her cheeks. She still says nothing.

I have to be honest with her. "I don't remember you, us – not any of it."