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I sit nervously on my seat, twiddling my thumbs. I can't seem to sit still, even though mum has told me to twice. I am too worried about the Choosing. This is stupid, because Tobias has already told me what he will choose. I sit in the outmost ring in the concentric circle, while the 16 year-olds stand in the outmost circle. I eye the young Erudite woman who is going to do the

I look down the row at the seating order: mum next to me, dad next to her, and Marcus next to him. I barely avoided flinching when Marcus sat down with us. Right now he catches my eye and grins at me. I shudder inwardly, and look behind me.

Toby is standing there; tall and proud in his grey Abnegation clothes. I try to catch his eye, but he looks determinedly at the stage- ignoring me? This action of his brings nasty, horrible thought to my head that I try to suppress. I don't succeed. What if he really is ignoring you? What if he was lying about not leaving? What is he hates you and wants to get away from you? What if? A wave of panic rushes over me.

I finally manage to calm myself down by mentally countering the questions. Has he ever lied to me before? No. Has he ever ignored you before? No. Do you have any reason to panic? No.

I look back at the stage and see that the ceremony has already started. The names are called out in reverse alphabetical order, so 'Tobias Eaton' will be called near last. I watch as people drag the knife across their hands, blood welling up. What a waste of blood.

Their blood drips into one of the 5 large bowls, determining the course of their future. I watch as blood stains the gray stones of Abnegation red, darkens the shade of red in the water for the Erudite, soaks up in the Amity earth , sizzles on the Dauntless lit coals, and glints on the glass for the Candor. I hear gasps, slight cheers, and whispering.

When Toby's name is called, butterflies land in my stomach. I watch him carefully as he walks up to the Erudite woman holding the knife. A person who doesn't know him might say that he walks with confidence, but I can see the slight shake of his body that means he is trying to keep himself from breaking apart. I suddenly wish that I could hold him, tell him that he can break apart, and that I'll put back all the pieces. That I'm there for him and that I love him.

Instead, I watch him accept the knife with steady hands. My breath stops in my throat. He bites his lip as he slices just a small mark on his hand. It suddenly gushes with blood -too much for such a small wound- and I remember that he is already injured there. He probably reopened the wound. I watch only his hand. His left hand is cupped under his right, stopping most of the blood, but some still falls on the floor.

My heart almost stops when in one smooth gesture he moves his hand so it's right above a bowl. He takes his left hand away and the blood falls free into the bowl, his blood splattering on the Dauntless lit coals.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Marcus standing up and starting to swear, loudly. I hear it as if from afar, as if surrounded by water. I see Dad standing up and trying to quieten Marcus, and I see Mum putting her hands over my ears and shooting Marcus an annoyed look. But I just feel numb all over.

I look up at Tobias' face and see that he's finally deigned looking to look at me. Then I realize that he's mouthing something. To me. It only takes a few seconds for me to figure out the meaning, even though he's so far away. I love you. I'm sorry. He says it again and again as he walks towards the Dauntless crowd, where I suppose he now belongs. I turn away in disgust. He did lie to me. I just didn't know. And now he's leaving. For 2 years.

This sinks in by the time the ceremony ends and the Dauntless begin to leave, I look back at Tobias. I won't see him for at least two years, and I won't even look at him. I realise that he's been trying to get my attention, and that he's still trying to tell me something. Stay away from Marcus. Don't be angry. I'm in love with you.

The last thing he mouths before turning around to avoid being crushed by the crowd

is this: Come to Dauntless.

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