Don't you dare try to apologize." His voice shakes. "This is not something you can bandage with a word or two and some hugging, or something.

You're not a coward just because you don't want to hurt people.

Sleep,” he says. “I'll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you.” “With what?” “My bare hands, obviously.

Sometimes I see him as just another person, and sometimes I feel the sight of him in my gut, like a deep ache.

That is how it feels. Like everything between us is twisted together, friendship and love and family, so I cant tell the difference between any of them.

I feel acutely aware of how young I am. In a way that is good. It's productive. It makes me realise that I should be growing as a writer and a person.

Caleb and Tris exchange a look. The skin on his face and on her knuckles is nearly the same colour, purple-blue-green, as if drawn with ink. This is what happens when siblings collide - they injure each other in the same way.