Uriah and Tris

I need you.

I've entered the pass code wrong 5 times because I'm shaking so much.

Either because I'm still a bit drunk, I'm scared for her, I'm scared of losing her, or I'm so mad at my self.

Honestly, my bet would be because of all 4.

I finally get the code right and barge in, scaring the guy on duty.

"Hey! Your not supposed to be in here off duty!"

"Oh go fuck yourself!" I snap, not in the mood.

He glares at me as I rush to the screen that shows the hallway outside my door.

I skip it back to where I go into the apartment with that skank. It's normal for about fifteen minutes when Tris comes into the picture.

And about 45 seconds later, she runs out.

IDIOT!

I KNOW!!! I FEEL BAD! I DO!! BUT I NEED TO FIND HER BEFORE I BEAT MYSELF UP OVER IT!

I follow her on camera screen after camera screen until she runs into her hallway, and slides down the wall, burying her head into her arms.

That hallway is just a bunch of supply closets, which no one ever uses. I could talk to her there, and we wouldn't be interrupted.

I ran out of the control room towards the hallway, needing to see her more than anything right now.

When I finally get to the hallway, she sitting there, her normal bright fire dulled by the feeling of distress around her. I slide down next to her.

"Please just let me explain."

Her head snaps up and she death glares me before moving to stand up. But I grab her wrist, holding her in place.

"Please just hear me out." I beg again.

She closes her eyes for a minute, then nods, keeping her eyes closed.

"I'm not going to ask for another chance. God knows I don't deserve it. But I am going to ask for your forgiveness. I can't live the rest of my life with you hating me Tris, I can't. I need you in my life, if not as my girlfriend then my friend at the very least." I take a deep breath, this is where it'll get hard. "I was upset because I saw you kissing Four. I went out for a drink and the next thing I know I'm half naked with some random girl who I don't give a shit about. I know. There's a huge difference between one kiss and almost sex with another girl, and I shouldn't have reacted the way I did. I should've talked to you, figured out what happened before running off and getting drunk and probably making the biggest mistake of my life." Her eyes are still closed, and tears are slipping silently down them. I want so badly to lean forward and kiss the tears away, but I restrain my self, at the cost of my composure. "I-I love you Tris. I have si-since I saw you on the train after the Ceremony Choosing, er, uh, Choosing Ceremony. I can't-can't live without you in my life. Please, I'm not asking for you to take me back, but please, please please please, forgive me."

She's quiet for a long time. Long enough to make me believe that she's trying to convey her answer through silence, which I take to be a bad thing.

I want to stand and walk away, to put distance between me and her pain and never look back. That's how I've always been. Separating myself from pain, from the people feeling it. I don't want their pain to become mine. It's how I get through life, how I got through my fathers death.

But against my instincts, I stay.

I take one of her hands in mine, and use the other to wipe her cheeks.