Always

Chapter 7

**********Tris***********

The funeral is around noon. We decide we were going to go back to Abnegation to spread Caleb's ashes. We get on the train around eleven. Christina, Cara, Zeke, and Amar are all coming with Tobias and I. It may be small, but it is perfect.

The ride is silent, but it's comfortable. Christina and Cara sit and watch the land fly by. It's weird, to see what used to be our normal, and what now looks strange and unfamiliar. Amar sits across from the door, eyes closed, swaying with the movement of the train.; sleeping, probably. Zeke sits a couple feet away. He is staring down at his lap, lost in his own mind. Uriah's funeral was while I was still unconscious. Losing him was just as painful as losing my parents. He was like family, and I should have been there.

I look down at the urn cradled in my lap. It is pretty simple. It is smooth all around with an image of clasped hands etched into it. Clasped hands; I picked it out myself. When Caleb died for me, it was his last act of selflessness. He died for me. The clasped hands don't only symbolize the Abnegation, they also symbolize forgiveness. I loved Caleb. Even though he betrayed me, I loved him. Even though he betrayed me, he was still my brother. He will always be my brother.

A small tear escapes my eye. I look up and Tobias leans forward. He reaches out and brushes it away with his thumb. His brings his lips to mine in a soft kiss.

"You may not believe me now, but he loved you Tris." I lean my forehead against his.

"I know." I look up to see Amar's head peaking around one of the train's barricades.

"I don't mean to interrupt, but we're pulling up, now." A small smile peaks at the corners of my lips. I nod. Tobias stands up and grasps my wrist, heaving me up. I look up at Tobias as we pull near the landing strip.

"Are you ready?" I ask.

"Always." Then, with our hands clasped, and Caleb's urn tucked in the crook of my arm, we jump. Landing with ease, we wait for the others to land. Cara arrives last, not used to this Dauntless tradition. We begin to head towards my parents' old house. There is no one really here anymore, so we don't have to explain why we are here.

When we arrive at the house I walk around to the backyard. There is a willow there that Caleb used to spend hours under. He used to doze under there during the summer, not a care in the world. And now, he will rest here forever.

I squat down under the tree and gently pour out the ashes. Taking a moment, I think of all the good times I had with Caleb. A breeze comes, and I watch as the ashes spread. I set the urn down in the dirt and straighten up. My hand comes to my temple in a salute, and I whisper "Adieu mon frère." Farewell my brother.

We decided last week that we would return to the Dauntless compound after we spread Caleb's ashes, however we didn't plan on what our next step would be. On the train ride there, I lean into Tobias. He looks down at me and asks,

"What now?"

"Honestly? I don't know."