I try to catch my breath and calm myself down, but it isn't easy. I was dead. I was dead, and then i wasn't, and why? Because of Peter? Peter? I stare at him. He still looks so innocent, despite all that he has done to prove that he is not. His hair lies smooth against his head, shiny and dark, like we didn't just run for a mile at full speed. His round eyes scan the stairwell and then rest on my face. "What?" he says. "Why are you looking at me like that?" " How did you do it?" I say.
Veronica RothSoon I will honor my parents by dying as they died. and if all they believed about death was true, soon I will join them in whatever comes next.
Veronica RothThat our world is so massive that it is completely out of our control, that we cannot possibly be as large as we feel.
Veronica RothTris.โ I keep staring. โTris.โ I finally look at him. โI just donโt want to lose you.
Veronica RothHis hands skim my bare arms. โJust bounce a little when you walk,โ he says, kissing my forehead, โand pretend youโre afraid of their gunsโ โanother kiss between my eyebrowsโ โand act like the shrinking violet you could never be โโa kiss on my cheekโ โand youโll be fine.
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