He pus his lips next to my ear and says, “You look good, Tris.

I figured I would shoot the bullets out of my nostrils, so I left [the gun] upstairs.

"I'll be your family now," he says. "I love you," I say. He stares at me. I wait with my hands clutching his arms for stability as he considers his response. He frowns at me. "Say it again." "Tobias," I say, "I love you."

I'll have to keep looking for more of them, more brief moments of freedom in a world that refuses to allow it.

The cruelty of fate is that I must travel with the people I hate when the people I love are dead behind me.

For a few minutes we kiss, deep in the chasm, with the roar of water all around us. And we rise, hand in hand, I realize that if we had both chosen differently, we might have ended up doing the same thing, in a safer place, in gray clothes instead of black ones.

"I'll be your family now," he says.