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 RothI like to think I'm helping them by hating them. I'm reminding them that they aren't God's gift to humankind.
Veronica RothI want to break something, or hit something, but I am afraid to move, so I start crying instead.
Veronica RothOkay, okay.โ I set my hand on top of his and guide it to my chest, so itโs right over my heart. โFeel my heartbeat. Can you feel it?โ โYes.โ โFeel how steady it is?โ โItโs fast.โ โYes, well, that has nothing to do with the box.โ I wince as soon as Iโm done speaking. I just admitted to something. Hopefully he doesnโt realize that.
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