In my head I try and reach back, through the fence, past the smoke; I try and grab his hand and pull. Alex, come back. There is nothing to do but sink. The hours close around me, encase me completely, like a tomb.
Lauren OliverAnd even if she isnโtโeven if by some miracle, she survived the escape and has been squeezing out a living in the Wildsโshe would never join forces with the resisters. She would never be violent or vengeful. Not Lena, who used to practically faint when she pricked a finger, who couldnโt even lie to a teacher about being late. She wouldnโt have the stomach for it.
Lauren OliverThe worst is knowing I can't tell anybody what's happening -or what's happened- to me. Not even my mom.
Lauren OliverIt's like a razor blade edging its way through my organs, shredding me, all I can think is: It will kill me, it will kill me, it will kill me. And I don't care.
Lauren OliverWho knows? Maybe theyโre right. Maybe we are driven crazy by our feelings. Maybe love is a disease, and we would be better off without it. But we have chosen a different road. And in the end that is the point of escaping the cure: We are free to choose. We are even free to choose the wrong thing.
Lauren Oliver