No, I’m not choosing him or you. I’m choosing me.

I hope you find someone you can't live without.I really do. And I hope you never have to know what it's like to have to try and live without them.

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 felt the little beads of sweat pooling on my temple. Sit here and look nice...I could do that. But answer questions? I knew I wasn't going to win this little game; that wasn't the issue. I just really, really didn't want to look like a moron in front of the entire country.

He wasn’t allowed to come with me there—my own rule for this little adventure. No more. Good-bye, Aspen.

Yes, Maxon," I whispered. "It’s possible.

I wanted to be his dear, his darling.