Epilogue

Four's POV

The Bureau is changing the city and its people. All the factions have united. Prejudice is being put aside for the greater good. Colors are mixing - blue and grey, black and yellow.

I'm glad I'm alive to see it.

"It's great, isn't it?"

I look down and see Tris standing next to me, arms crossed, a happy gleam in her eyes.

Abnegation, which is no longer Abnegation, is being rebuilt by previous Dauntless, Erudite, Candor, and Amity. It's a sign of our newfound unity.

"Yes, it is."

Her eyes fix on mine. It took some time, but she's back to the Tris I met so long ago. "I never apologized," she says. "You know, for accusing you of betraying us."

"It's okay," I reply.

I've forgiven her for the part she played in having me locked up. I would have suspected myself too if I'd been her.

Frowning, she places a hand on my arm. "I still want to say I'm sorry. For everything."

"It's fine. I'm fine," I reassure her.

I've accepted that Tris is never going to be mine. Eric has her heart. It's for the best; I could never be what she needed. Eric understands her in a way I never could. The bond they share is like nothing I've ever seen before.

She squeezes my arm affectionately. "Of course you are." Her smile turns wicked. "Chris has helped, hasn't she?"

I feel my face heat up. "I'm not sure what you mean," I say gruffly.

Smirking, Tris bumps her elbow in my side. "I've seen the way you look at her."

Ducking my head, I fight the embarrassed grin wanting to land on my mouth.

"I think she might like you too," she says.

I nudge her in the direction of the working crew. "Go help Eric with that window. He's never going to get it installed," I tease.

She smiles brightly at me. "We're not finished with this conversation, but I'll go away. For now," she warns playfully.

"Hey, Four!" Christina shouts. "I could use some help over here!"

The short, dark haired girl is on one of the roofs, patching up some holes.

Tris' smile widens as she walks away.

I shake my head, no longer fighting my grin. Life isn't so bad. Not so bad at all.

Eric's POV

"Stupid window," I mutter.

"Having some trouble?" Tris asks, coming up behind me.

Straightening, I glance at her from over my shoulder. "Not all all," I reply.

"So all of those filthy words coming out of your mouth was because...?"

"You must have misheard," I say.

"Right," she says, drawing the one syllable word into five.

Sighing, I scrunch my face up in pain. I can't believe I'm going to say this. "Actually...I could use some help," I admit in a rush.

"I thought that might be the case," she says, smiling.

I watch her as she bends down to pick up the caulk tub. Her hair has lightened from being in the sun so much. Her skin has darkened as well. She's always had a fantastic body, but with all of the construction we've been doing lately, her muscles have toned considerably.

However, it is her eyes that capture my attention more often than not. They shine again. They gleam when she's happy, or when she's excited. Each day that passes, she smiles more. I regularly wake up to her teasing laugh as she pokes me awake. She's healing and I find myself enthralled by her strength, by her. She amazes me, inspires me.

She helped me face what Jeanine did to me. The folder Chris gave me was very enlightening. The notes were taken by Jeanine herself. They didn't tell me anything I didn't already know. In the beginning, she had thought she could get me to tell her where the Bureau was located by torturing me. When that plan failed, she stuck a tracking device in my neck and waited for Tris to find me.

Tris had Matthew look over the notes, and he told me I was lucky my brain wasn't fried. Apparently, Jeanine had her scientists experiment on me with some strong stuff. The memory serum along with several other drugs led me to forgetting everything. He informed me I was lucky to be alive.

I knew that.

If I was told I'd get to rock the world with Tris by my side before Peter stabbed me, I would have laughed myself to death, and then shoot the idiot who told me. Because then I never dreamed she could ever love someone like me. I was wrong. I've learned though to never underestimate her. She's Tris Prior after all.

Tris' POV

Everything is different now. I'm different now. Different, but not broken. Never broken. Because I have too much to live for. I have people who count on me to get up every morning and face the world. Thankfully, the world, or my world at least, is better. So much better.

I'm watching a new city unfold before my eyes. Five factions have molded into one. People are free to be who they want to be. They can come and go whenever, wherever they want.

I asked Eric where he wanted to go after we rebuilt the city. I once promised him I'd see what else the world had to offer. I plan on keeping that promise. As happy as I am that we're fixing what's been broken, I have nothing keeping me here.

It seems that Eric isn't in any big rush to leave though, and that's fine. He's spent his entire life longing for something more, and he's finally found it here. I would never take that away from him. Besides, I'd miss our friends, who are as good as family, and in my experience, family is hard to come by.