I hear footsteps and Four's hands wrap around my wrists. I let him pry my hands from my eyes. He encloses one of my hands perfectly between two of his. The warmth of his skin overwhelms the ache in my fingers from holding the bars. "You all right?" he asks, pressing our hands together. "Yeah." He starts to laugh.
Veronica RothThatโs one way of looking at it. I prefer to look at it another wayโwhich is that if they are persistent enough, even tiny drops of water, over time, can change the rock forever. And it will never change back.
Veronica RothI could never hurt him enough to make his betrayal stop hurting. And it hurts, in every part of my body.
Veronica RothI want to break something, or hit something, but I am afraid to move, so I start crying instead.
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