Who cares about everyone? What about me?
Since he saved me from the attack, I have associated his smell with safety, so as long as I focus on it, I feel safe now.
Tris.” I keep staring. “Tris.” I finally look at him. “I just don’t want to lose you.
So how can I hold Tobias’s desperation against him, like I’m better than him, like I’ve never let my own brokenness blind me?
Can I be forgiven for all I've done to get here? I want to be. I can. I believe it.
Peter would probably throw a party if I stopped breathing.' 'Well,' he says, 'I would only go if there was cake.