I remembered suddenly that Aspen had always been this way. He sacrificed sleep for me, he risked getting caught out after curfew for me, he scrounged together pennies for me. Aspen's generosity was harder to see because it wasn't as grand as Maxon's, but the heart behind what he gave was so much bigger.

How did thie person-someone I'd imagined would be my polar opposite-always seem to find the things that would make me the happiest?

It's amazing how photography can capture just a split second of something exquisite.

Marlee, what are you doing? Get under a tent before you burn your skin." She gave me a polite smile. "I'm happy here." "No, really," I said, putting a hand around her arm. "You'll look like my hair.

I don't know if I'm supposed to be holding on or letting go. I don't want to give up, but if there's nothing for me to hope for, then tell me.

You’ve changed me forever. And I’ll never forget you.

It turns out I'm absolutely terrible at staying away from you. It's a very serious problem.