Bittersweet

A/N: Hello! I recently got a request for a divergent fanfic so...here you go! This is only a one-shot, so don't be asking when my next update is! AND THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING: THIS HAS MAJOR ALLEGIANT SPOILERS, SO DONT READ THIS IF YOU HAVE NOT FINISHED ALLEGIANT.

Now, get prepared for a feels attack

Disclaimer: I do not own the Divergent Trilogy. Duh.

I've waited so long. So, so long.

Since I died that day, by David's bullet, I did a lot of thinking. These days, I always wonder what would have happened if I didn't take my mother's hand. If I didn't let her lead me to the great beyond. She said I was done, and I believed her, but there's been times where I doubted my decision.

But there is no going back.

I've been here for 65 years, spending my days waiting, patiently, for the day that he would come.

Where is here, you ask? I think you already know.

Over the years, I've seen thousands upon thousands of people arrive, each time feeling a pang of sorrow for each individual. Many were young. Too young to die. I thought I was, too, at first. But age isn't measured in years. It's measured in the lives of people you've touched. In what lessons you've learned.

And in that sense, I may be one of the oldest people here.

In the past year or so, I began becoming a little impatient. Of course, I want him to have a beautiful, long life, but my heart has missed him every second since I left.

That was another regret. I didn't want to leave him. But I had no choice. I just wish, with deep wistfulness, that I could've spoken to him just once more.

So I keep waiting. There are only a few things that keep me waiting.

One is that I have not seen Caleb arrive yet. That means I did not die in vain. I'm glad. I'm glad that he gets to live a long, happy life, or so I assume.

Another thing is my parents. They keep me company. I rarely talk, often lost in my own thoughts, but when I did, they were there. Always there. I haven't found any of my other friends, Marlene, Uriah, Lynn....I just hope that I would be able to find him when the time comes. It's a big place. Endless, as life is more ruthless than ever.

The last thing is him. He occupies the majority of my thoughts. I loved him, so, so much. I still do. Yet I hoped that he found new love. I don't want him living his life thinking about what could've been.

Today, though, is the day I stop waiting.

I feel his presence before I see him.

"Tobias?" I whispered, my head not believing that it could be true, but my heart knowing that it was.

He comes into full view, and I suppress the tears forming in my eyes. He looked so, so old, yet still the same. I, on the other hand, have stayed the exact same way, a sixteen year old girl who grew up too fast. It's a bittersweet sensation.

He looks confused at first, just for a split second wracking his memories, when his expression grows in to one of surprise. Surprise and utter joy.

The grin lights up his still-beautiful features.

"Tris."

There is no more pretending. The tears began steaming down my cheeks. I just don't know whether they were tears of joy or nostalgia.

I ran into his arms, forgetting his age, forgetting the years that have separated us, and fell into his warm embrace, remembering all the beautiful weeks we spent together.

After just enjoying each other's warmth, I pull back to look at his face.

It is so different, yet so similar. I feel an almost painful pang in my heart.

I also notice something else. His eyes, his gorgeous, deep-blue eyes, have never faded, not even the slightest bit.

He smiles down at me. "Tris, you look...." He trails off.

"Good for my age? Thank you." I smile at him. "You're not too bad yourself."

He laughs lightly, and I just realize how old he really is. I've been here for 65 years. That makes him 83. But he will always be the same Tobias to me, no matter what.

"Tris," he starts. "I'm so, so sorry."

This takes me by surprise. "What do you have to be sorry for?"

His expression looks pained. "For making you wait."

Despite everything, I roll my eyes. "You really think I would want you to die young, just for me? If anything, I should be sorry."

"I had a feeling you would say that." He smiles. "But none of that matters now. What matters now is that we're together." He hugs me again, burying his face in my hair. "I've missed you so, so much."

"I've missed you too," I whisper, choking up a little on my next words. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

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