This is the last chapter of the series. Thank you so much for all the follows and favourites and reviews. You have all been so supportive, which really motivated me to make this the best story I have ever made. I hope you enjoy this chapter. And please go and check out 'Confident', which is my new easy-going Eris story.

Here we go :)

Tris wakes up as the train shudders. Her eyes snap open for a second, and then she closes them again.

Eric's warmth hugs her, bringing safety and sanctuary to her soul. A faint smile finds her lips. They are here. They have escaped. She feels like she has repeated this a thousand times in her head. Just to stop her hands from shaking. But it's true. Her smile grows wider.

She squints slightly as the piercing sunset finds her face once the train turns. It's surprisingly sunny for such a shit rainy week so far. The heat of the sun and the breeze of the wind find an equilibrium, balancing out the atmosphere on the train. Tris presses her cheek against Eric's chest, now fully awake.

They pass a woodland area, and she immediately recognises her surroundings. The Amity compound ends. And the tips of concrete buildings appear in the skyline. They have to her off soon. She isn't sure where exactly but Eric will know what to do. He will guide her. Like he always has.

She tightens her arm around his torso, mumbling sleepily, "Are we there yet?" When he doesn't reply, she smirks. The howling wind hits her square in the face as the train makes another turn. It causes her to cringe and move away from the open door, nuzzling closer to Eric.

A pang of guilt makes her heart stop. Four. She abandoned him. After everything he has done for her. Even though he wanted to get rid of Eric and bring her over to his side of the game, his heart was in the right place. He has only wanted what's best for Tris. Even if he didn't have a good way of showing it. He will be fine. Of course he will. He knows she is safe with Eric. And happy. He will be fine.

"Babe, wake up. We have to go," the train starts slowing down and Tris bolts up. The last thing she wants is for anyone to see them. Tris Prior. And an Erudite soldier. She shuffles away from Eric's body, tucks her legs under her and glances up at his face.

His lips are slightly parted. And he looks like he has no intention of waking up. The colour drains from Tris' face to match Eric's.

"Hey," she smiles slightly, leaning closer and cupping his face in her hands. This is the most peaceful she has ever seen him. Her heart rate rises. There is a crease between his eyebrows. As if he has just yelled at an initiate, feeling unimpressed. By still peaceful. Way too peaceful.

She leans in to kiss the corner of his lips. Her heart now hammering against her chest.

"Eric?" She doesn't know what she is expecting. But she knows what she isn't.

She keeps a hand on his cheek as the other one trails down to his abdomen. Just a scratch, right? A gasp escapes her lips when warm blood coats the tips of her fingers. She peels his shirt out of the way, forcing herself to look. A wound. Obviously. Not a scratch. But a hole. Seeping blood that is still warm. Only then, she realizes that there is a red mark on her hip. A side effect on leaning against Eric as she slept.

"Eric!" She wants to bang her head against a wall at how panicky her voice starts to sound. He would not have been impressed. No, he won't be impressed. His eyes will open and he will glare and then shake his head and then tell her how weak she is. It would put a smile on her face. She wouldn't care about how mad he could get. She would be so happy.

Her eyes scan the veins bulging out of his neck. Then they trail up to his lips. She sees how dry they are. She sees his heavy eyelids. She sees the blue behind his skin. No, this isn't real.

Both her hands return to his face, shaking his heavy head in an attempt to stir him awake, "Eric! Wake up!" A sob makes her jump. It came from her mouth. It was too loud. Too soon, "Wake up!"

The tears do not have the time to burn her eyes. They stream down straight away, making her cheeks itch. They just keep coming and coming until a steady trickle forms on her chin, spilling onto Eric's shirt.

"Oh my God, Eric," her voice sounds foreign now. She repeats his name again and again until it loses its meaning. It loses the person. It belongs to no one now.

Her stubborn nature refuses to make her see what is right there in front of her. She ignores it. It cannot be there. Eric's dead body. It cannot possibly be there.

"I love you," her last attempt at rousing him squeaks out of her throat. No use. He won't come back. So she just crouches there for what feels like an eternity, rocking herself and him, hoping to erase the pain. They have come too far now. Was it all for nothing?

No. Tris sees the blurred Erudite building forming in front of her. It's not too late to finish this. Or Marlene's death like her mother's death and her father's death and Eric's would be for nothing.

She can stop fighting now. She is free to go. She can finish this once and for all. That little motivation she got when she woke up can power her through. It always will.

So the hope is that she can pick up at Erudite headquarters like in the film.

Other than that, please don't kill me xD I have tried to warn you with the king kong reference. Like, come on. Everyone knows what happens to king Kong.

Review and tell me what you thought :)