I hear my heartbeat. I have been looking at him too long, but then, he has been looking back, and I feel like we are both trying to say something the other can't hear, though I could be imagining it. Too long - and now even longer, my heart even louder, his tranquil eyes swallowing me whole.
Veronica RothUriah drops his tray next to me. It is loaded with beef stew and chocolate cake. I stare at the cake pile. โThere was cake?โ I say, looking at my own plate, which is more sensibly stocked than Uriahโs. โYeah, someone just brought it out. Found a couple boxes of the mix in the back and baked it,โ he says. โYou can have a few bites of mine.โ โA few bites? So youโre planning on eating that mountain of cake by yourself?โ โYes.โ He looks confused. โWhy?โ โNever mind.
Veronica RothI guess I always knew there was something wrong with me, but I thought it was because of my father, or my mother, and the pain they bequeathed to me like a family heirloom, handed down from generation to generation. - Tobias Eaton
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