Scars of your love

Chapter 37

Tris POV

After driving away from the mansion, we grab some fast food for lunch, then headed back to the apartment. There wasn't much talking between us, and I couldn't have held a conversation if I tried. I'm exhausted, both emotionally and physically, and he knows it. I know he hasn't still shared with me anything about the case with me. Maybe he will, but I don't push, don't ask for any explanations. Except the case Everything falls in place like a jigsaw puzzle.

When he cries in my arms, I felt the tears and the sadness well up inside of me too, and I cried with him. Silent tears that purged me, connected me to Alex as I felt his raw, all-encompassing grief and pain.

When we arrive at the apartment. Esme doesn't question us our zombie-like appearance. Esme is getting ready for the New Year party, she has already informed me yesterday that she has to attend this company party and also asked if I wanted to go along with her. I said no and I am glad I said no right now as I get to spend alone time with Alex. We go straight to my room and lay on the bed, holding each other, afraid of what is going to come.

We slept for the rest of the afternoon away. Together. Curled up in the middle of my bed, our arms slung around each other, a blanket drawn up over us. The afternoon through most of the evening we remained like this, and I knew we both needed it. Neither of us has slept much this week. I wake up, late in the evening. Alex is sitting, wearing his shoes.

"You are leaving?" I ask, desperation lacing my voice.

"Yes." His eyes are sad, apologizing for something that is inevitable.

Pushing the blanket off my body, I get up on my knees and go to him, I rest my hands on his shoulders, my face in his. My lids lower and I stare at his mouth, I can see the rapid rise and fall of his chest, feel the comforting warmth of his skin under my touch. This boy, he just...

He just became everything to me and I know soon we will be nothing.

"Thank you for everything today," I say. He didn't need to tell me his past, but he did because he wanted to. Whatever more is there, that can wait for a few more hours. "For telling me about your brother and sharing that part of your life with me. I know it wasn't easy."

My fingers linger on his little rough cheek and I stroke my thumb back and forth. "Thank you for coming with me. Listening to me." He whispers.

I crawl on top of him, my legs on either side of his thighs and he automatically grabs me, splaying his hands across my back and hauling me in close.

God, this feels amazing, nestled up so close against him without as much as a gap to fit a slice of paper between us.

"Tris." His voice is whisper soft as he leans in and presses a gentle kiss to my lips.

"This is our last night together, isn't it?" I ask against his lips. He nods silently. My body hurts at the realization. This is it. That stings. More than I can bare. I lean in and kiss him hard. Wanting to lose myself in him.

Sliding one hand up my back, he slips it beneath my sweater so he is caressing my bare skin. I tremble beneath his touch. He sneaks his tongue out and licks my upper lip, tracing the edge of my Lower Lip. A little moan escapes from me and He takes the kiss deeper, clutching the back of my head harder as He plunders my mouth with his tongue.