A sob racks my body again, and he wraps his arms around me so tightly I find it difficult to breathe, but it doesn't matter. My dignified weeping gives way to full-on ugliness, my mouth open and my face contorted and sounds like a dying animal coming from my throat. If this continues I will break apart, and maybe that would be better, maybe it would be better to shatter and bear nothing.
Veronica RothIโd ask you to hang out with us, but youโre not supposed to see me this way.โโฆ โWhat way?โ I ask. โDrunk?โ โYeahโฆwell, no.โ His voice softens. โReal, I guess.โ โIโll pretend I didnโt.โ โNice of you.โ He puts his lips next to my ear and says, โYou look good, Tris.โโฆ I laugh. โDo me a favor and stay away from the chasm, okay?โ โOf course.โ He winks at me.
Veronica RothBefore she got here everything had stalled inside me, and every morning I was just moving toward nighttime.
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