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".

Psyche you out?" I repeat. "I'm your FRIEND. I wouldn't do that." He doesn't say anything. I can tell he doesn't believe me-not quite.

So how can I hold Tobias’s desperation against him, like I’m better than him, like I’ve never let my own brokenness blind me?

If Eric thinks I did something right, I must have done it wrong.

I love you" I say. "I love you, too" he says. "I'll see you soon.

I want to be brave, and selfless, and smart, and kind, and honest.

Do it fast, you pansycake.