Divergent: no war

Chapter 99

Chapter 99:

TRIS POV:

This time my heart literally stops. He doesn't know Tobias left me, and he needs me to give myself up, with Tobias. That's not possible, I need to though. I have no other choice. I love my kids but...the only way to save them, is to leave them.

The more I think of it, maybe I'm in the same position Tobias was in, leaving to save his family. He left to save us, but he didn't have to, I have to, it's my only choice.

I quietly fold the note, and shove it in my pocket as deep as it can go. Tears begin to form in my eyes, again, as I think about little Emma and Andrew. I may never come back, they will have to grow without a father and a mother now.

Guilt begins to rip at my body as I walk toward the couch with the two girls bawling. I touch both their shoulders, gently, and look them in the eyes.

"I have to go." I say through my tears, trying to have a strong voice.

"W-what?" Christina's voice wavers.

"Please...j-just watch my kids for me, please." I beg, my eyes burning from the tears struggling to escape.

"Wait what? Tris where are you going?" Christina asks while wiping her tears away again, only to have them be replaced soon after.

"I'm going to save everyone. Just please watch my kids." I say, and before I change my mind, I run to the door, leaving down the hallways of dauntless.

I sprint to to the outside of the compound and wait only a few minutes till the train. I feel the rush of adrenaline as I run and hop into the train cart.

As soon as my feet hit the floor, the train seems to fly down the tracks. I begin to walk to the edge of the train, slightly leaning out while resting my hand on the frame.

That's when I hear the faint noise come from behind me. I whip my head around and am meet with a tall figure, with brown hair, and deep blue eyes.

Tobias.

He's here.

I don't say anything, just remain quiet while he opens his mouth and closes it, at a lose of words. After a while the memories from the last time I saw him come flooding my memories again, in a wave of nervousness, I do the worst thing I probably could have. I drop to the floor and start to cry.

Not bawling crying, but a silent cry, tears slipping down my face while I back into the corner and hug my knees.

He probably thinks I'm scared of him. And I am scared, just not of him. I'm happy that he's okay. I'm sad that I left my kids. I'm nervous that we won't make it back.

So many emotions course through me and all I can seem to do is cry. Tobias stands still, his eyes grow wide as he looks at my curled up body, hiding away in the corner.

I pull my head back up and I watch as he puts his hands out, gesturing that he won't hurt me, then he backs into the opposite corner of me. His eyes mask ones of someone in so much pain they want to die, and I feel bad, as if I had put that look on his face.

And I have, I have put this look onto his face. My own emotions have. This look, the look he is giving me right now, is one of pity, one of hurt, on of pure pain, and I never want to see it on his handsome face ever again.

Somehow I get me vocal cords to work with me, a little, and I'm able to squeak out a small, "Tobias." and his head pops up looking straight at me.

"Tobias. Please, j-just come here." Is all I say, and all I need to because as soon as the words have left my mouth, his body is up and after me. When he gets to me his long arms wrap around my body and I curl up into his arms.

I missed feeling his muscles and having his sent that smells like safety. At this moment, I feel safe, I don't worry about Uriah, Will, or even Dylan, though I know I should. All I think about is Tobias, his strong safe arms wrapped around me, and the single tear that come from his eyes that drops to my still bruised shoulder.

I love him, and I never stopped. Not when he pushed me. Not when he left. I love him with everything in me.

As if he read my mind he says, "I'm so sorry Tris, just know that I love you."

His arms circle me in tighter and my tears begin to slow and soon stop. All I can do is hug him.

"I missed you so much." I whisper gently into his ear and he releases me only to pull me into a gentler grasp.

"I missed you too."

We sit there for a log time, no words being spoken, because deep down we both know what's to come. The talk about our futures. The war against his own blood. The fight for our kids. All these thing will be resolved one way or another, but for now, we rest in each others arms, safe.