Four's POV
- Don't break my heart - I whisper. She doesn't hear it and if she does, she ignores it and keeps walking, away from me.
I see her plane take off, say goodbye to Caleb's foster parents and drive home with an almost unbearable heartache. I hope she liked my goodbye gift, "No" I correct myself, It's not a "goodbye", it's a "see you later".
I get home and ignore Marcus, running to my room and slamming the door behind me. I climb up on my bed trying to conceal sleep but it is useless, I keep thinking of her, her smile, her eyes, her everything, her laugh, her tears, her nothing.
I finally let free those tears that I've been holding back all this time and remember a poem that I've been slowly writing , but it describes the situation pretty well in some way:
It is always the same thing
You ignoring my presence, me doing as if I do not care.It is always the same fear
To see you walking away, from me, from my heart.It is always the same dream
Where I see you staying by my side when no one is.It is always the same grief
That will never leave my mind, that will never leave my soul.I called it " Always the same " and it fits perfectly because she used to ignore me, I know it was my fault so I acted like that was what I wanted but it hurt me on the inside.
Then I realized I loved her and I was afraid, afraid that she would leave me when she found out about my messed up life, about my messed up heart.
I dreamt of her, in those dreams she stayed with me always, just like I wanted it to happen on the real life.
Then when it happened, she has to go, away from me, leaving me with something to remember her, a never ending longing, never ending love.
¿Who would have thought love could hurt so much?
But... I don't regret loving Tris, and I know she doesn't either.
I pack my things, I am leaving tomorrow, leaving this city, the place that holds my best and worst memories.
The night pass in a blur and next day comes even faster. I am waiting in the living room for my mom to arrive. Meanwhile I am eating pancakes and tea, weird combination but I like it.
The door bell rings and my mother comes in ( She has her own keys, I don't know how ) and grabs my luggage and carries it to the car. Wow, that woman is stronger than my father!!
- Ready? - She asks while she gets in the car.
- Yeah - But the truth is that I am not ready, not at all, I am still on time to say no, to go to Canada with Tris as we planned but I get in the car.
My mother, I haven't seen her since I was 8 or 9, this is my chance to get to know her, but I'm afraid, yeah the big bad Four is afraid; I'm afraid that I won't like what I'll find.
Soon we go to airport and get in the plane, thoughts of Tris floats my mind, I am so hypnotized by them that the flight isn't that long for me.
We arrive to Atlanta and we take a cab, to Evelyn's house I assume. We get to a big white house, two stories high, big garden and a red BMW parked in front of it.
Evelyn opens the door and let me in, me carrying my luggage.
- Make yourself at home - She says with a warm smile. I try to return it but it comes out fake. I go to "my" room and start unpacking.
I can't make myself at home here, my home is where Tris is, and she is not here. I want to hear her voice, I want to call her but I can't ughh the waiting is so painful and frustrating.
My phone rings and I answer:
- Hello? - I say, not even bothering to check the ID.
- Tobias? - Answers the sweet voice of my Tris.
- Tris!!! Oh my... I can't believe it, I have missed you so much!!
- I have missed you too - She says laughing - I love what you did on the airport!
- Anything for you.
We talked for hours until she had to go.
- Check the front pocket of your bag, there you will find my heart just like I found yours, don't break it! - Tris said before hanging up.
I do what she said and find a silver chain with half a heart hanging from it. The half of the heart has a small magnet so the other half can stick to it. I press it and it opens revealing a picture of Tris.
Originally, the picture was of Tris and I in a park holding hands but in the locket it was just the half of the picture. I have Tris image and I bet Tris has mine.
I lie on my bed and fall sleep with a big smile plastered on my face. I can't wait to see her again.
Don't break it, she said, Don't break it
Why do we never listen?
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