I laid Four's arms, hearing both our breaths slow down.
I stared up at his ceiling as he continued to stroke my arm. I felt my exposed body beneath the sheets, but just thinking about it made my cheeks warm up. Four tugged me closer as I rolled over and lay my head on his bare chest.
"How do you feel?" He whispered and I smiled softly, inhaling, and taking advantage of this moment.
"Good, different," I said. I closed my eyes, my fingertip trailing up the outline of his abs. "I can hear the sound of your heart beating, the blood pumping through your veins," I whispered kissing his chest softly, "I can feel the heat coming off your cheeks when you blush like that." I said and giggled softly as I looked up at him. He sighed as his hand trailed down to mine and intertwined our fingers.
"Are you hungry?" He asked looking down at me, I nodded and slipped my arm behind my head and laid on it as he sat up. "I'll go make you something." He said kissing my head.
"But you can't cook," I laughed softly and he pressed his lips together. "Looks like I have to learn now." He said pulling his pants on. I smiled softly as I watched him get up and walk over to the bathroom. After hearing the shower start up, I pulled on my shirt and walked around Four's room. I went over to his desk filled with drawings and shuffled through them. I smiled at the one of me, when my eyes found the image of the flame, I touched my back. The first thing I saw was the necklace, it looked exactly like the one around my neck. I furrowed my eyebrows as I pushed the others aside and looked down at the identical girl who was in the drawing, she had features just like mine, except her hair was straight. In the drawing, she was sitting in the window sill, staring out at the broken city. I grabbed the picture in my hand and blinked past the angry tears. Tris Prior, 1934.
I yanked the necklace from my neck, setting it on the desk, putting my clothes on, and walking out the door.

"Who, the hell, is Tris Prior?" I asked once Tori finally opened her door. I could tell she was sleeping, but once she saw me she immediately woke up. She chose her words carefully.
"Come inside, I'll make you some tea." I didn't want tea, what I wanted was information, but I didn't protest as I walked past and inside.
I pushed the door closed, only to hear it slam shut. I jumped and turned back.
"You new-borns with your strengths and emotions." She said and flipped the light on, even the light was brighter. I squinted and held my head, I was so angry, and scared, I wanted to cry and scream and fight and sleep all at the same time. I noticed Tori was wearing black shorts and a black cut shirt.
"Tris Prior was the first love of Four's life," she said and I gritted my teeth. "Hey, you want the truth, right?" She said and then looked over at the door, she sighed and shook her head, "or.. Would you rather hear it from him?" I looked back hearing a knock on the door. Tori sighed as she slowly stood up from where she was leaning on the counter.
"Tori? Are you in there?" I could hear Four's voice on the other side of the door. I turned to Tori as she went towards the door. I stood up and was in  front of her in a split second.
'Don't tell him I'm here,' I mouthed to her slowly. Tori sighed as she walked back to the door.
"All I ask for is sleep," she groaned as she rubbed her eyes. She opened her door and I looked around, thinking of where I could escape, if it ever came to it. I bit my lip and sighed as I walked into the kitchen and put my hair behind my ear, listening closely.
"She's in danger, and you know it, if she's here you need to tell me." I heard Four say.
"Look, Four, I can't help you," Tori said and I looked over as she shrugged. I heard him sigh and watched as he wiped his face with a groan. "Okay, well, if you see her, please tell her to talk to me." Tori nodded and I hopped off the counter and walked over to Tori.
"E, you need to talk to him; not today, and maybe not tomorrow, but eventually. Because he has an expiation, and it's one that you should hear from him." I sighed and walked toward her door.
"I hate when you're right." I mumbled and opened the door, I turned back and nodded, "but okay, fine, I'm going.. Right now." I said slowly and walked into the hall. So maybe I was lying, I wasn't going to his apartment right now, I was going to see Fallon first. But when I walked in the hallway I smelt a werewolf. I turned back and growled. I was ready to put up a fight, but I felt a syringe pierce my shoulder, I felt dizzy, and before I knew it, everything was black and I fainted.

"I'm.. I'm not.. I'm not Tris Prior."
I could only get the sentence out scattered words. The vervain was running through my system, but it wasn't hard for me to hear the werewolves tell Jeanine that I was Tris Prior. It was hard to breath, and when I moved, my veins felt like sand paper. Everything was blurry, when I moved everything was going too slow and my vision was foggy.
"Wait.. I don't.." I trailed off once I was thrown into a clear box. I sat there for a good two minutes before I looked down as the box began to fill with water.
"No.. No, wait, please!" I screamed banging on the glass. I felt myself to cry as the water lifted me up and the water passed my knees. I sniffed and squeezed my eyes shut.
"I'm sorry, Four," I whispered not knowing if those would be my last words or not, as the water passed my eyes.