Agent Tris

The Memories

Four's POV

I wake up to the soft scent of Tally.

Tris.

I wake up to the soft scent of Tris. Glad that she's still within my arms. Every time I shut my eyes, I'm petrified she won't be here when I wake, so I hold her. Trap her, so she can't leave. Sometimes when I dream of her, she still has her bright red hair, though I also like the blonde.

I wish her hair was still red.

I can hear voices downstairs, one of them commanding and deep and I know my uncle has arrived and is looking after the kids.

Tris moves in her sleep, rolling over within my arms, so she is facing me. In her sleep, she is just as emotionless as in wake, never letting anything slip without her permission. She is getting better at being less like a robot, but 16 years of training doesn't drown away easily.

I reach over to my bedside table and pull the black syringe of serum-that I cannot see the colour of-out of the draw. Memory serum, one injection and Tris would forget anything to do with the CIA.

I brush hair from her sleeping face and bring the needle in line with her neck. It feels wrong, taking her life away from her while she's sleeping.

But it's for the best. I'll get Tally back, just with a different name.

I plunge the needle deep into her neck and her eyes slowly open, she smiles when she sees me.

"Tobias, I love...." I push down on the syringe, meaning she doesn't complete the sentence I've waited months for her to say.