*Entry for the Divergent Fan Fiction Contest. Cover by River_Summers* During her mission to stop the Bureau, Tris doesn't die and still manages to succeed. Now that their memories have been erased, what are Tris and Tobias to do? *2013. I own nothing.


3. Epilogue

It’s been two years since the fateful event of me erasing the minds of all of the people in the Bureau, two years since I left Chicago, two years since so much has happened. My life and Tobias’ life have changed so much, for better or for worse, and sometimes it’s still hard to adjust. 

Sometimes we and I miss the life we lived in Chicago, the way we had set up the Factions, the way my life was had been planned out. Somehow, knowing how things are supposed toe be run and makes you feel more secure.

I miss my friends, too, as does Tobias. In spite of the time that has past by, he still hasn’t fully forgiven herself for indadvertedly contributing to the death of Uriah. I still have some painful memories of having to shoot Will, whenever he was under the Dauntless stimulation. 

And then there are our friends’ death, ones that did not involve our doing, but could have been prevented if only we had seen it coming.

But then there are also times when we don’t miss Chicago. I don’t miss having to fit into one Faction, to have to set myself up into one particular belief. I don’t miss having to hide my Divergence. 

And I really don’t miss having our lives on the line just because we’re different.

Life in the Bureau is nice and peaceful now. Two years ago, I managed to convince the people that their memories had been erased due to a freak accident, and they managed to believe it. Now they live their lives, some as scientists, pursuing their hobbies, and trying to live in harmony with those around them.

We’ve all also accepted that there are no such things as genetically-damaged people, or genetically-pure people. We’re all just people, and some of us are different than others. But that doesn’t mean we deserve special treatment or need to be ostracized. We should be treated with respect, just like every other human being.

My relationship with Tobias has grown stronger as well. Gone are the days where we keep secrets from each other or lie in fear of the other’s response. Even though we still argue and are not always on page with each other, we try our best to work things out. We love each other, and our love is stronger than any argument we’ve ever gotten into.

At the moment I’m sitting near a small lake, gazing at it with distant eyes. At the corner of my eye, I can see Tobias step forward towards me. After a few steps he just stands there, staring at the lake, too, as if he can see what’s beyond it. 

We stay silent for a few moments until Tobias finally speaks.

“So,” he begins, “how are you doing?”

I don’t say anything for a moment, and Tobias just stands there, waiting patiently for my response. We know that we still had our moments when we lament over the ones we’ve lost. Christina still cries about Will from time to time; Tobias talks about Uriah on occasion; I still remember my parents, Al, Marlene and everyone else that died. It’s gotten better over the years, but that doesn’t mean that we still don’t miss them. We do. They’ll always have a place in our hearts.

Finally I answer the question Tobias has asked me. “Okay, I guess,” I say honestly. “Better than I have been in the past.”

Tobias nods and turns his attention on me. “Sometimes I think about all we’ve experienced in the past two years,” he begins. “So many revelations were revealed, some that scared me--like the genetic damage I supposedly had. So many people died, sometimes at the hands of us, sometimes not.” A more confident gleam suddenly falls into his eyes. “But we’ve also accomplished so much. We discovered the truth, about the factions. We fought the Bureau against the genetically-damaged and genetically-pure war. And we’re overcoming our own problems as well.”

At this Tobias leans over and squeezes my hand into his, the gesture feeling romantic. These are the moments we remember, when we’re alone, sitting by the lake or inside or wherever, talking things out with each other. We’ve found that, over the years, honesty really is the best policy. Even if it doesn’t always seem easy at first. 

I nod at Tobias’ response. “I know,” I agree. “I hate all that we had to go through to get to here, but I’m also glad that we made it. We can actually spend an afternoon together without worrying about someone planning a diabolical to try and kill us.”

Tobias laughs at this, lightning up the mood with my somewhat morbid joke. “That is true,” he says. He then pauses, staring solemnly into my eyes. “I don’t want to change the subject, if you don’t want me to, but I came out here to ask you something.”

“Okay,” I say, turning my full attention on Tobias. “What is it?”

Tobias suddenly lets go of my hands and drops to one knee. He pulls out a small, black case from his pocket and holds it out me to see. I gasp as I watch Tobias open the case, revealing a silverly ring.

“I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you,”  Tobias begins confidently. “I didn’t know it at first, but it was there. It’s always been there.” He pauses for a second before going on. “I want to be with you for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?”

My smile is wide, and when I stand up I touch a hand lightly on the ring’s case. Then I answer. “Yes, Tobias. Of course I’ll marry you.”

Tobias’ smile is just as wide as mine. Carefully he picks up the ring and slips it onto my  finger. It fits perfectly, almost as if it was meant for me and no one else.

Getting up from the ground, Tobias embraces me and then we start to kiss. We don’t know how long we’re there--maybe two minutes, two hours--but it doesn’t matter. Whenever our lips meet, we lose sight of everything around us. We forget about Chicago; we forget about the factions. We forget about warfare, death, everything that would seem so relevant to everyone else.

Because we are one.

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