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She held onto him for all the wrong reasons.
You're worth it to me.
Four would gladly hold onto Tris, even if it meant Dauntless standing watch each night and only hoping, praying to catch every suicide simulation before the inevitable fall.
She wasn't reaching for him because he loved her or she loved him. This was goodbye and don't think about that and don't remember I never give up. This was hot touch and overwhelming emotion as she trembled in his bare hands on her bare skin and wished it could ever be the right time for their first.