What did you do?โ I mumble. He is just a few feet away from me now, but not close enough to hear me. As he passes me he stretches out his hand. He wraps it around my palm and squeezes. Squeezes, then lets go. His eyes are bloodshot; he is pale. โWhat did you do?โ This time the question tears from my throat like a growl. I throw myself toward him, struggling against Peterโs grip, though his hands chafe. โWhat did you do?โ I scream. โYou die, I die tooโ Tobias looks over his shoulder at me. โI asked you not to do this. You made your decision. These are the repercussions.
Veronica RothBut that wasnยดt the first time I ever saw her. I saw her in the hallways at school, and at my motherโs false funeral, and walking the sidewalks in the Abnegation sector. I saw her, but I didnโt see her; no one saw her the way she truly was until she jumped. I suppose a fire that burns that bright is not meant to last.
Veronica Roth