Yes, Maxon," I whispered. "It’s possible.
You get confused by crying women, I get confused by walks with princes.
The Angeles air was quiet, and for a while I laid still, listening to the sound of Maxon breathing.
You are not the world, but you are everything that makes the world good.
So here I was expecting at the very best a cordial welcome from the girls who were prepared to fight me to the death for someone I didn’t want. Instead I was embraced.
I kind of wanted someone to rearrange the stars so they spelled out his words. I needed them big and bright, and somewhere I could see then when things felt dark. I love you. And I'm so, so proud.