Allegiant alternate ending

Chapter 52

*5 months later*

I had been in the hospital for a while, and I'd been crazy antsy, dying to her out. Tobias came to visit me every day, and today was no different.

When he came in, I smiled and he grinned back. "Ready?"

"Oh yeah." Today was my birthday, and because it was my birthday, I was allowed outside. I began to sit up, trying to be careful of my healing wound. It was pretty good now, but I wanted to be extra cautious not to tear the new skin or stitches. He immediately rushed over to help me, and I gripped his hand as he led me out of the room.

We took the elevators down to the ground floor, and walked until we reached the doors leading to the gardens. I took a deep breath, then opened the doors. I was immediately blinded my the sunshine I missed so much, and my nose smelt the spring showers blooming. The trees stretched and swayed along with the wind, and everything was great. Tobias led me into the trees, and we rested in the shade. We sat against a trunk, and I leaned against him.

"Aren't you glad you can be outside again?" Tobias asks me.

"More than you could believe."

"Happy birthday, Tris."

I looked at him and smiled, and kissed him.

We talked all afternoon, snuggled together in the spring breeze.

"We could go back to the city, if you want," he says.

"Now that I'm healed. Maybe we should go back. We can live in a house with a pretty backyard, just like this." I wince as I realize I said "we", hoping he won't notice.

"We? I like the sound of that. Tobias and Beatrice, finally living happily ever after. Together."

He did notice.

"But..." I start.

"But what?"

"I'm only 17."

"Is it so crazy?" He asks. "After everything we've been through?"

"I don't know...it just seems...weird to think about."

"I think you should stop thinking." I laugh at his comment, and he does too.

"Okay, maybe I do need someone to protect me from bad dreams." I smile a little.

"I need to be there for you," before I can respond, he cuts in. "Not just physically, miss tough girl. But I think we both need each other to care for each other. I love you."

"I love you, too." My stomach growls, interrupting the conversation.

"We should go eat," he says, smiling at me.

"Yeah. Dinning hall, please? I hate the infirmary food."

"You got it."

He helps me up, and we walk hand-in-hand to the hall.