Okay, okay.โ I set my hand on top of his and guide it to my chest, so itโs right over my heart. โFeel my heartbeat. Can you feel it?โ โYes.โ โFeel how steady it is?โ โItโs fast.โ โYes, well, that has nothing to do with the box.โ I wince as soon as Iโm done speaking. I just admitted to something. Hopefully he doesnโt realize that.
Veronica RothI kiss him as the train slides into unlit, uncertain land. I kiss him for as long as I want, for longer than I should, given that my brother sits three feet away from me.
Veronica RothMaybe forgiveness is just the continual pushing aside of bitter memories, until time dulls the hurt and anger, and the wrong is forgotten.
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