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Tris POV

Scene 7 (Battlefield)

"You shouldn't have come here." Four warns me.

"I had to see you again." He places his hand on my cheek, sharing his warmth.

"You know we can't be together." I turn my head around quickly, causing his hand to drop. I can't look at him because I know the second I do, I'll give in and break down.

"I will wait for you Four, as long as it takes." He gently holds my chin, and turns my head around, forcing me to look him in the eyes. I can feel tears at the corners of my eye.

"What if you have to wait forever?" he asks me. I search his eyes for emotion, a sign to show me how he's really feeling.

"Then forever it is, I'll wait as long as it takes." I hope he can see the truth behind my words, as I gaze into his eyes.

I knew this moment was coming, yet I'm still taken by surprise.

He slowly leans down towards me, and I reflexively close my eyes as his lips brushed gently against mine, sending shivers through my entire body. A sudden fierce longing to be held and kissed in a way that would make me forget everything else surged through myself. I put my arms up, wrapping them around his neck, partly to steady myself and partly to draw him closer.

He lips barely brush mine at first, hesitant. But I pull him closer, still not close enough.

Something tickles at the back of my mind, reminding me of something important. But I can't quite put my finger on what it is as I'm lost in the moment.

Suddenly, I hear a gunshot ring through the air, and I'm snapped back to reality.

I gasp and jerk away from Four with such force that I almost stumble. If he hadn't been holding me, I would have fallen.

I look into Four's eyes one more time, before falling to the ground.

Dead.

"NOOO!" I hear Four shouts, he bends down next to me. He tries to feel for a pulse, nothing.

The lights dim as he kneels next to me, sobbing.

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Scene 8 (Cemetery)

I watch from behind the curtains as they slowly carry away the casket (supposedly) containing my dead body.

Zeke puts a hand on Four's shoulder, "Is there anything I can do to help son?"

Four shakes his head and looks down. Before walking away, leaving Zeke standing, watching, helpless.

Shauna steps back onto the stage, "The war had ended, as the enemy had shot Dauntless as the sacrifice. The two kingdoms were able to settle an agreement, and now live in peace with each other."

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Scene 9 (Bedroom)

Four sits on the bed, slowly rubbing his thumb over a small, white box. There is a small, quiet knock on the door, Four lifts his head up, tearing his gaze away from the mystery box.

"Come in," he calls out.

Zeke hesitantly opens the door and peeks his head inside. He slowly shuts the door behind him as he walks toward Four. "What's that you have there?" Zeke asks, gesturing towards the box.

"I found it in Dauntless' pocket, there was a note stuck on it. Here." Four hands Zeke a small slip of paper. The cameras zoom in, revealing a note:

Dear My Love,

If you have found this note, it means that I am dead.

I want you to know that I love you, and I will always love you. I wish that you do not blame yourself for my death, for it is not your fault, but a choice I had to make. I know that you will never admit this, but you have changed, You have become a new person, a better person, since you've met me.

Once upon a time, you would never had done this act of bravery. But you were able to overcome your fears, and I'm so proud of you.

I hope you live out your life, without me. Enjoy it, along with this small gift I would like you to have.

Yours truly,

Dauntless

P.S. I taped the recipe on the back.

"Well open it," Zeke urges.

Four nods, gently unraveling the red ribbon from the box. He slowly lifts up lid, he peeks inside. A small smile starts to grow on his face, probably the first smile he's had in days.

On the large screens, it shows the inside the box. There is a small slice of cake, along with a old scroll. The secret recipe.

"Father," Four says, turning towards Zeke, "There is actually something that you can do to help."

Zeke's face brightens up, "Yes, what is it?"

"Announce this to the kingdom, I want this to be our secret." Four looks straight at the audience, "This will forever be known, as Dauntless Cake."

The lights dim, until the only thing you can see, is the cake.

Dauntless Cake.

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I silently slip away from the loud screaming and bright lights. Everyone who had performed in the talent show was invited to an after party of sorts. The whole play had left everyone speechless and was a crowd-favorite. Sadly though, we had won second place. There had been an uproar, mostly from Uriah, protesting our loss. I wasn't sad though. Honestly, I kind of enjoyed performing. It gave me a rush of excitement, different from when I'm jumping off buildings or trains.

I hadn't wanted to go to the party at all. I was prepared to just fall back into my comfy bed and sleep, and sleep, and sleep. There were two reasons why I went. One, I was a Pedrad. I had a reputation to keep up. Parties were our specialty. Two, I was looking for a certain someone.

Walking down the silent hallways, I felt nervous. I was sweating and my hands were clamming up, I was beginning to have second thoughts. No, snap out of it. Don't be a coward. I mentally scolded while also trying to convince myself to do this.

I arrive at the door I was looking for. End of the hall. Number 4160. A beige door with a bronze knob. I take a deep breath, clenching my hands into fists to stop them from shaking.

I slowly knock on the door. I wince at the harsh, hollow sound echoing off the empty walls and floors. After a few seconds, the door slowly opens. And Four fully comes into view. I've never actually took the time to look at Four. He has a spare upper lip and a full lower lip. His eyes are so deep-set that his eyelashes touch the skin under his eyebrows. They are a dark blue color, like if you stopped time exactly after midnight, but not quite sunrise yet. They're a dreaming, sleeping, waiting color.

"Tris?" His voice brings me back down to earth and into reality again. He looks surprised to see me. Of course he's surprised, he barely knows you and now you're suddenly standing in front of his door. Why wouldn't he be surprised?

"Hey, um..hi," I stutter at a loss for words. What's going on? I've never been this nervous around a boy before.

"What're you doing here?" He leans casually on his door frame, awaiting my answer.

"Oh, well, umm....You were at the, uh, party. And I just wanted to check in, see if you were okay." He raises an eyebrow at me in a questioning look. "So are you okay?"

He chuckles at this, "Yea, I'm okay."

I smile, "Great."

"Great."

I scratch my neck nervously. Out of all the idiotic mistakes I've made, this has got to be the worst. I rack my brain for something to say, anything to fill this awkward silence. "You were really great up there," I smiled, "That was great acting."

He lifts his hand and slips his fingers through my hair, tucking it behind my ear. We stare at each other in silence. His fingers move absently over a lock of my hair. He gently slides his hand down the side of my face, resting on my cheek. I gulped, unsure of what to do. Four leaned in closer, so that our foreheads were almost touching. I had a burning desire to close the space, but he spoke first. "That wasn't acting."

I was shocked by how gentle his voice was. My heart pounded so hard in my chest that I was sure that he could hear it. I sigh, "Look Four, here's the thing-"

I don't get to finish my sentence before he presses his mouth to mine. I tense up at first, unsure of myself. This is the first time that we've ever kissed, willingly at least. When he pulls away, I'm sure I did something wrong, or badly. But he takes my face in his hands, and looks me in the eyes. I search for any sign of regret, or anger, or confusion, anything to give him away. But I don't see anything, nothing but love.

This time I pull him to me. I kiss him again, firmer this time, more certain. I wrap an arm around him, sliding my hand up his neck and into his short hair.

For a few minutes we kiss, and nothing seems to exist anymore. Everything's melted away, my brothers, our friends, the harsh judgements. Nothing exists but me, and him. We are alone, but I've never felt so close at the same time.

The feeling I felt while performing rushed through me again. And I realize that it didn't come from performing, or being on stage in front of other people.

It came from being with him.

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