In a story, you can turn to the front and begin again and everyone lives once more. That doesn't work in real life. And I love my real people the most.
Being a teen is past for me. Worrying about the world and my place in it is not.
And I laugh at myself for thinking I could touch the sky.
Once you want something, everything changes. Now I want everything. More and more and more.
Now that I've found the way to fly, which direction should I go into the night?
When we read dystopia, we root for these people to break free because we are these people; hoping and fighting against things that are bigger than ourselves.