she sighs, then breaks a piece off the muffin in my hand. 'Hey. There are plenty more just five feet to your right.' 'then you shouldn't be so concerned about losing some of yours.' she says, grinning. 'Fair enough.
Veronica RothI can't force you. I can't make you want to survive this." He pulls me against him and runs his hand over my hair, tucking it behind my ear. His fingers trail down my neck and over my shoulder, and he says, "But you will do it. It doesn't matter if you believe you can or not. You will, because that's who you are.
Veronica RothDo I look like Iโve been crying?โ I say. โHmm.โ He leans in close, narrowing his eyes like heโs inspecting my face. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. Even closer, so we would be breathng the same air- if I could remember to breathe. โNo, Tris,โ he says. A more serious look replaces his smile as he adds, โYou look tough as nails.
Veronica RothI want to cry because something terrible happened, and I saw it, and I could not see a way to mend it.
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