I respect you more than anyone. But right now Iโm wondering what bothers you more, that I made a stupid decision or that I didnโt make your decision.
Veronica RothI have a theory that selflessness and bravery aren't all that different. All your life you've been training to forget yourself, so when you're in danger, it becomes your first instinct
Veronica RothWhat did you do?โ I mumble. He is just a few feet away from me now, but not close enough to hear me. As he passes me he stretches out his hand. He wraps it around my palm and squeezes. Squeezes, then lets go. His eyes are bloodshot; he is pale. โWhat did you do?โ This time the question tears from my throat like a growl. I throw myself toward him, struggling against Peterโs grip, though his hands chafe. โWhat did you do?โ I scream. โYou die, I die tooโ Tobias looks over his shoulder at me. โI asked you not to do this. You made your decision. These are the repercussions.
Veronica RothI hear my heartbeat. I have been looking at him too long, but then, he has been looking back, and I feel like we are both trying to say something the other can't hear, though I could be imagining it. Too long - and now even longer, my heart even louder, his tranquil eyes swallowing me whole.
Veronica RothI have something I need to tell you," he says. I run my fingers along the tendons in his hands and look back at him. "I might be in love with you." He smiles a little. "I'm waiting until I'm sure to tell you, though." "That's sensible of you," I say, smiling too. "We should find some paper so you can make a list or a chart or something." I feel his laughter against my side, his nose sliding along my jaw, his lips pressing my ear. "Maybe I'm already sure," he says, "and I just don't want to frighten you." I laugh a little. "Then you should know better." "Fine," he says. "Then I love you.
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