"Tris, the doctor told me that you aren't getting better. Tris please stay with me. I've- I've liked" Tobias pauses, still staring at my limp body, small, clear tears dropping from his eyes, down his cheeks to the floor. "Beatrice" he whispers, "I know I'm the only one who knows your real name, and your the only one who knows mine, but- but I think I've liked you." He pauses.
My stomach gets this tingling feeling. A feeling I haven't really had before, and I wish I could say something. But he starts up again. "And I doubt you feel the same way, but..." he chokes on his words.
He smiles his boyish smile and looks up to me, as if he could see me watching over him, and I smile back. "But, Tris Prior, all of my friends knew I liked you, I'm surprised you didn't."
I reach out for him, sadness filling through me. "But let me get to the point. I get it if you don't want to live, I wouldn't either, but please Tris, Beatrice, please wake up. When you wake up, and if you want all of us to leave your life, I get that. But if I know your awake, that'll save me."
And the next thing I know, I'm lying on the table, in my own skin. Eyes are still closed, my body still limp, but I'm inside me. And I don't know how, but I muster up all the strength that is left in me, and squeeze his hand.
And at first, he doesn't even notice. But I do it again, and again, until I have used up all the strength I have to squeeze his hand.
After five surgeries, and two weeks in this hospital, I have reentered my body, and I have feeling. But the only feeling I feel is pain, and excitement.
And I only trust him.
I can't trust anybody else.
But him.
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Fiksi Penggemar"He walked into my heart like he always belonged there Took down my walls and lit my soul on fire." The name of your soulmate is etched with ink on your wrist. A story of a girl who doesn't want to be broken, and a boy who can mend. some credits...
