We should be protected from the people who will leave us in the end, from all the people who will disappear or forget us.

The kidnapping, the kiss. I brought him here, after all. I rescue him an pulled him into this new life, a life of freedom and feeling.

like I am Alice in the Wonderland and have gotten too big for the room.

I need to live my life in the light of their deaths. I need to live.

This is not the person I wanted to become: Hatred has carved a permanent place inside me, a hollow where things are so easily lost.

That's the beauty of the cure. No one mentions those lost, hot days in the field, when Thomas kissed Rachel's tears away and invented worlds just so he could promise them to her, when she tore the skin off her own arm at the thought of living without him.

That is the strangest thing about the world: how it looks so different from every point of view.