Four!" I call out. Why am I calling a number? Oh yes. Because that's his name. — Tris.

I keep finding myself stifled by the company of others and then crippled by loneliness when I leave them. I am terrified and I don't even know of what, because I have lost everything already.

Half of bravery is perspective.

Sometimes, the best way to help someone is just to be near them.

He kisses me again, more insistent this time, his hands squeezing my waist. His breaths, his body, my body, we are so close there is no difference.

I'm sick of doing bad things and liking it and then wondering what's wrong with me. I want it to be over. I want to start again.

That is death - shifting from "is" to "was.