Tobias woke up feeling elated and beyond happy. There was absolutely nothing that was separating him from Tris now. She was fully his soul.

"Tobias?" she asked from where her head was resting over his chest.

"Yes, baby?"

"Let's get married. We both don't have any family or friends. Let's just go to the courthouse," she told him seriously, but he laughed.

"You're moving this quite quickly, Tris. What if you change your mind in the future?"

"I won't. You've ruined me for everybody else."

"I see," he nods. "I still want to do the proposal the right way though." He got up from the bed to his underwear drawer, shuffling through it before pulling out a small, black box.

"You've always called me a fanboy, and I guess you were sort of right. I just had really strong fantasizes, and I knew what my dream girl was like. I saw this ring a few years ago, and I had to buy it. Now that I look back on it, it was the perfect decision."

Tears dripped down Tris' cheeks at his heart felt words and she pulled him down on the bed so she could cry into his shirt. Never would she had thought that she would meet someone as perfect as Tobias.

He didn't kneel, Tris was laying on top of him and he was immobile.

"Will you marry me, Tris?"

"Yes," she said into his neck, not paying attention to the ring, just to the beautiful man infront of him.

Fin.