This chapter makes me so sad but so happy at the same time idk

(Tris POV)

"Have fun, okay? Don't miss me too much." I say to Tobias, wrapping my arms around his midsection. His arms go around my neck as he runs his hand over my hair. I offered to drive him to the airport, but he refused. Saying that 'he didn't want the press all over me while he was gone.'

"That'll be tough." He answers distantly. That's how he's been these past two days since he told me he was leaving-distant. He's saying all the right things, making all the right moves, but I can tell that something is bothering him, that he's hiding something. "Promise you'll go see it before I get back though, okay? I'll be home before Christmas."

"I promise." I bite my lip and pull away. "You sure everything's okay?" I ask him for the millionth time.

He smiles tightly. "Yeah. Just nervous, I guess. I don't really like to fly."

I clench my jaw as a voice in my head screams, LIAR! But all I can do is nod, pushing the thought away. With one last kiss to my forehead, he climbs into his car and drives away, leaving me with a sinking feeling in my gut.

The next few weeks go by surprisingly quick. I don't bother checking the news; I have Christina to update me. Anytime she thinks something is worth sharing about him, she sends it to me.

Mostly the headlines are along the lines of 'Four Eaton and His Comeback' or 'Four Eaton Stars In His Best Film Yet!' Nothing that makes me worry. He calls me almost everyday and things seem normal. Maybe he was right, he was just nervous about flying.

Until I get the call from Christina.

"Are you at home?" Her voice is grim.

"Yes."

"I have to show you something."

"Is it about Four?"

"Yes."

"What is it?"

"I'm coming over."

I nod, though she can't see me, and hang up.

When she shows up, I swallow my nervousness. I know whatever she is about to tell me isn't going to be good.

"Look." She holds up a magazine with Tobias and his co-star, Myra Williams, on the cover. The title makes my stomach churn. 'Inside the Romance of Myra and Four!'

I stare at it for a long time, glaring at the cover. It's a picture of them holding hands walking down the street, smiling at each other. I bite my lip; my chest feeling like it's being ripped in half. "What the fuck?"

Christina looks at me pityingly. "It's just a stupid magazine."

I laugh coldly, flipping through the damned thing, trying to find the page that the is entire article is on. And then I start reading. ''When we met, it just sort of clicked, you know?' Says Williams. 'We were together all the time while filming and now we get to be together without work being in the way…''

There is more to the article, but I don't want to read it. I feel my throat tighten and my eyes start to water. I shove the magazine back at Christina.

She reads the entire thing, looking angrier by the second. "What a piece of shit. I'm so sorry, Tris."

I nod, feeling a hot tear roll down my cheek. I wipe it away hastily. Christina wraps her arms around me and I burry my face in the crook of her neck. "It's okay to cry. I know you really like him."

I let out a loud sob and curl into her. Water flows down my face and I can physically feel my heart splitting in two. And it hurts. Not like a sharp pain or a sting. But a slow ache in my chest that makes me feel like I'm suffocating. I feel another sob rack my body.

We stay like this for a long time, even after I'm done crying. When I pull away, Christina wipes my cheeks with her thumbs. "I'm so sorry, Tris."

I nod.

"He's a piece of shit. You've known this since you were fifteen."

I laugh a little, meeting her eyes. "My heart hurts." I admit weakly.

"Like a bitch, probably." She gives me a tight smile. When we were sixteen, her boyfriend, Edward, cheated on her with some college girl. I've never seen her so upset. "Here's what you're going to do. When he calls you, you don't answer. Tomorrow you text him 'fuck you' with no context. And when he comes home next week, you ignore him like crazy. Don't answer his calls, ever. Do you hear me? The minute you pick up his call or answer his text, you're done. Okay?"

"Okay."

"And If he shows up at the diner, act like he's not there. If he shows up at your house, slam the door in his face. Be a bitch. Don't give him the time to explain himself. He will lie to you to get you back. He's an actor. He gets paid to lie to people. He deserves whatever you throw at him."

"I love you, Chris."

She gives me another hug, "What are best friends for? Let's watch a movie."

I do exactly what she tells me. I text him 'fuck you' and I ignore every single one of his calls. He leaves twelve voicemails and fifteen text messages. I don't answer a single one.

His movie comes out two days before he gets back to Chicago. I don't go and watch it, like I promised him I would. And since Christmas break started this Monday, I don't have to see him at school.

But like Christina predicted, he does show up at the diner.

"Tris." His voice is deep. I clench my jaw.

"I'm working." I say coldly, walking away from him.

He runs his hand down his face, making it sag. I've never seen him look this frustrated… or tired. "Just… let me explain-"

"Go away." I say, turning away from him. My voice is strong.

"Please." He begs. "Five minutes."

"I'm working." I repeat.

"I can wait."

"I'd rather you not."

"Tris." His voice sounds raw. I get chills.

I feel the same ache in my chest that I felt when Christina showed me that magazine. I feel tears in my eyes. "Tobias, get out."

"I can explain, Tris. Please."

My face feels hot. I know that people are staring at us. "I'm going to get my boss if you don't get out of here." I whisper angrily. "You're making a scene. Get out and leave me alone."

He bites his lip and nods, turning on his heel and exits through the main door. I feel a tightening in my throat and a pain in my gut. I know what the feeling is. I miss him. More than I care to admit. I miss him teasing me and I miss the way that his hands felt when he touched me. I swallow, pushing the thought away. I don't need to think about this right now.

That night, Christina, Will, and I sneak into his apartment building and spray the word 'CHEATER' on his door in shaving cream. I laugh with them more than I have in weeks.

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