Tobias POV

It has been two years since Tris died. We scattered her ashes today. Between that zip line and her ashes, I feel like I just went through my fear landscape. I wonder how many fears I have now. I don't think I am scared of Marcus anymore. I think about Tris's body. Can you fear something that has already come true?

As I walk into my apartment, I punch the wall, grimacing at the pain as it brings me back to reality. It is nothing compared to the ache in my chest, though.

I collapse on the couch and bury my face in the pillow, probably to stop the tears from coming. I need to accept it. She is gone.

I think I fall asleep then. I dream of Tris, not the way she is now, pieces of blackened matter, spread out under the zip line and the surrounding area. Not the way she was in my mind the last time I saw her body, stiff, but not in a good way, with two bullet holes, crusty with dried blood.

No, I dream of Tris the way she used to be, beautiful. I dream of her mouth pressed against mine, of her eyes, the blue that used to remind me of the open sky; her nose, perfect, even though Cara used to insist it was too long. I dream of her hand, small, but warm, and I feel her arms around my shoulders, slim, but strong. I feel her palm on my chest, right over the half of my heart that is left.

I am awakened by a knock on the door. It's Christina.

"Open up!" She yells. "Come on Four, I know you're in there!"

I grumble, my mind heavy from sleep and a moments bliss, irritated that I was awakened.

I stumble over to the door, and it opens to reveal Christina, Caleb, and Cara, waiting expectantly.

"What?" I ask. "Is there something I forgot to do?" I grumble nonchalantly.

"We're going to the Dauntless Compound, remember? The Bureau is holding a meeting there." She says it flatly. I don't blame her, we all have bad experience with the Bureau and know firsthand what they will do to achieve their goals.

"Okay, I'm coming."