I've tried to make choices. You don't really trust me to.
Yes, Maxon," I whispered. "It’s possible.
A lot of things are yours, America
She must have been debating staying in the line or forcing me to run home and change.
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?
Despite the knowledge that her affections were unattainable, I couldn't help but be drawn to try.