No selfishness or insecurity kept him from seeing the full extent of her goodness, as it so often does with the rest of us. That kind of love may only be possible in Abnegation. I do not know.

Cruelty does not make a person dishonest, the same way bravery does not make a person kind.

Awkwardness aside, it's nice to be liked.

Like a wild animal, the truth is too powerful to remain caged.

He touches my face, covering my cheeks with his hands, sliding his fingertips down my neck, fitting his fingers to the slight curve of my hips. I can't stop.

I am his, and he is mine, and it has been that way all along.

Sometimes I still forget to look for the gentler parts of her. For so long all I saw was the strength, standing out like the wiry muscles in her arms or the black ink marking her collarbone with flight.