I look older. Maybe it's the short hair or maybe it's just that I wear all that has happened like a mask. Either way, I always thought I would be happy when I stopped looking like a child. But all I feel is a lump in my throat. I am no longer the daughter my parents knew. They will never know me as I am now.

She believes that Tobias belongs to her now. She doesn't know the truth, that he belongs to himself.

Before we sit down, he puts his mouth next to my ear and says, “I like your hair that way.

I slowly realized that perfectionism just not that important. What's more important is to try to love the people around you. Whatever that means at a particular time is the best you can do.

How is it I know this little about the boy who says he loves me -- the boy whose real name is powerful enough to keep us alive in a train car full of enemies?

Faction before blood.

Desperation can make a person do surprising things.