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

It's like he knows, he knows I have a thing for her.

The goal of my life isn't just... to be happy. 'Wouldn't it be easier if it was, though?

Now she looks pale and small, but her eyes make me think of wide- open skies that I have never actually seen, only dreamed of.

It isn't the height that scares me - the height makes me feel alive with energy, every organ and vessel and muscle in my body singing at the same pitch. Then I realize what it is. It's him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.

When her body first hit the net, all I registered was a gray blur. I pulled her across it and her hand was small, but warm, and then she stood before me, short and thin and plain and in all ways unremarkable- except that she had jumped first. The stiff had jumped first. Even I didn't jump first. Her eyes were so stern, so insistent. Beautiful.

A lot can happen to a person's appearance in three months.