It seems like the rebellions never stop, in the city, in the compound, anywhere. There are just breaths between them, and foolishly, we call those breaths “peace".

I am afraid of her, afraid of what she says-and thrilled by it too, because it means I don't have to accept that I am smaller than I once believed.

It's what you deserve to hear," I say firmly, my eyes going cloudy with tears. "That you're whole, that you're worth loving, that you're the best person I've ever known.

I wish we were alone,” he says. “I almost always wish that,” I say.

Because life is not fair, Albert. And the world is conspiring against you.

I might be in love with you." He smiles a little. "I'm waiting until I'm sure to tell you, though.

I don't have a bullet in my head, do I? So I'm fine.