He wasn’t allowed to come with me there—my own rule for this little adventure. No more. Good-bye, Aspen.
No wonder I’d never had any friends. I was shockingly bad at it.
Do you think, that I could still call you 'my dear'?
Yes, Maxon," I whispered. "It’s possible.
Live your life. Be happy as you can be, let go of the things that don't matter, and fight.
I let myself be sad. I let myself think of him.