I am selfish. I am brave.

Blood is a strange color. It's darker than you expect it to be.

That's what love does. When it's right, it makes you more than you were, more than you thought you could be.

Everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more.

We kiss again and this time, it feels familiar. I know exactly how we fit together, his arm around my waist, my hands on his chest, the pressure of his lips on mine. We have each other memorized.

She can't possibly be me, though she moves when I move

It will be difficult to break the habits of thinking Abnegation instilled in me, like tugging a single thread from a complex work of embroidery. But I will find new habits, new thoughts, new rules. I will become something else.