How? A Divergent Fanfic

Chapter Nineteen (Tobias's POV)

AN/ hi guys! So this chapter may be bad, I've tried to update, but I've had writers block towards this specific story, I started writing my other fanfic which should be up sometime in the next week. Enjoy the chapter!

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"Tris," I say  to get her attention, "I know how to get out."

She looks at me, relief flooding her eyes, she runs away from Caleb and tackles me to the bed.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou," She says hurriedly, rolling off of me, "Explain to me later." She brushes her lips lightly with mine, "I have some unresolved problems with him." She jerks her head sharply towards Caleb, I can see fire underneath Caleb's calm expression, he wants something, now.

Tris stands up slowly from the bed, the action makes the bed shift and slightly creak. She trudges towards Caleb, a mock expression of pout plays her face when she glances back at me. I laugh lightly, barely anyone else knows how to make me laugh, or show any emotion whatsoever, but with Tris it's a completely different story.

Through the toughest times, she was my light, she always knew how to make me feel better. She always knows exactly what to say in any situation to lighten the tension that draws quickly, always about to snap until she says something. As long as she's safe, I'm okay, and as long as she's happy, I am too. I don't know what I'd do without her.

Hell, I wouldn't even be here now if it wasn't for her.

It's times like this I am the most grateful for her existence, times that are tough. Or any time for that matter. When I first met her she was so closed with her emotions, if something was bothering her, you couldn't tell, she's still that way, but she tells me. She trusts me with the information she doesn't trust with anyone else.

I can't believe she still doesn't believe she's pretty, but 'pretty' isn't the right word for it. I don't think there is a single word to sum up what I think about her. I've seen girls who I thought were pretty, but they ruin it with their personalities. Tris couldn't possibly ruin her beauty with her personality. She's so open, you almost know what she's thinking.

Her personality is so different among the rest of the Dauntless, she challanges ideas and pushes herself to her limits until she comes up with a reasonable solution, not involving violence, if I may add.

When we first met, I thought she was going to be a shy person who gives in easily, but how I was wrong.

Tris is a fighter, she never gives up, not for anyone or anything. I admire her for that, it's something I never would have been able to do if I hadn't met her.

Caleb and Tris's conversation snaps me out of my daze, "I don't care what you think Caleb!" Tris yells aggresively, "It's my choice! Not yours!"

"Beatrice-" Caleb starts, but Tris cuts him off before he can finish what he was saying.

"I'm done arguing about this Caleb." She yells, looking back over her shoulder as she walks towards me, her footsteps tapping lightly on the floor.

She sits down next to me again, I can see tears in her eyes, she doesn't like arguing, but she's good at it. I pull her into a hug, she cries silently into my shoulder. It kills me to see her like this, I forget she's human, just as fragile as the rest, but maybe a bit more, she's been through a lot lately.

I trace patterns up and down her back lightly with my fingertips, she shies a little bit at my touch. What were they arguing about? It must have been a touchy subject for Tris, she almost never cries anymore. The recent events have made her weaker, but they have also been making her stronger, it makes her the person she is today.