Learning to Let Them In | Fourtris

Chapter 10

She has a bigger nose then most people, but it suits her. Her lips are the perfect size and look so soft. I wonder how they would feel against mine...wait! I can't be thinking that! STOP IT MIND! I look at her skin next. It is pale but soft. I take one of her hands and it is warm with her body heat. Her nails are really short; it looks like she bites them. A common habit. Her hand is soft and has little water droplets on it, causing those spots to be colder than the rest of her hand. I wipe the water droplets off with my thumb softly. I can't help but think that her hand fits perfectly in mine...NO! Ok...I really need to stop thinking about this stuff.

I keep looking for any other scars that match the ones on her stomach. I look on her hands and see 3. They're small and faint, but they're there. I look on the rest of her lower legs, and see quite a few. These scars are a little bigger but still faint. These all must've been from a long time ago. I don't think these scars are from abuse though. They are too small and faint. This relieves me.

I wonder what happened to her to make all of these scars. I get that almost everyone has a scar here and there, but not as many as Tris has. No one just HAS these scars.

Before I can think about this for too long, I look at her face again. It is so beautiful. I brush some stray hairs from her face. Whenever I touch her I feel warm and bubbly. I doubt she feels the same though. Why would someone like Tris want someone like me? No one would ever choose me.

I force myself to stop thinking about this and enjoy this moment. I wonder where she lives? I may sound like a sociopath, but I really am curious. I would like to know what type of environment she lives in. I hope it is somewhere decent.

As I am thinking about this, I start to wonder how long we have been sitting here. We started searching a little while after lunch. I am sure that the school day is pretty much over. It was a shortened day anyways. The first day is always shortened. So actually, I know that it is over. How will she get home? I am definitely not letting her walk. Not with her leg. I guess I have my own car...I might as well just give her a ride. She can write down her address or something. I know where everything is...pretty much.

I know Chicago well; I have been living here my whole life. Plus Marcus would go to a lot of different neighborhoods to have supper with some of his co-workers. So I am well acquainted with Chicago.

I know that eventually I will have to wake her up, but I just want a few more minutes of peace and no worries. I know once I wake her up, we will both have to face a horrible thing called reality. And right now, neither of us are ready for that. Especially her.

I look down and just stare. She is so beautiful…I wish that I could call her mine. This time when I think this, I don't stop my thoughts because I know that they won't go away soon anyways. I let my mind wonder this time.

I swiftly run my fingers through her hair again, just taking in the feeling of it. It is silky and beautiful, even if I can't be sure which color her natural hair is. She looks beautiful either way.

I stare at her for a long time, just thinking about anything and everything. She is so peaceful when sleeping. It makes me smile.

I know I need to wake her up though. I don't know how long it has been since I found her, but I know that it is way past the school day. Plus, I still need to do something with her leg.

I give myself 10 more seconds before I unwillingly reach out and gently shake her. "Tris…hey. It's time to get up," I say. She slowly starts to wake up and I slightly smile when I see her beautiful blue-gray eyes looking up into mine. "Hey," I say. "I don't know how late it is and I still need to fix that leg." She looks up at me, clearly still tired and waking up, and once she realizes what I am saying, she nods.