I feel the urge, familiar now, to wrench myself from my body and speak directly into her mind. It is the same urge, I realize, that makes me want to kiss her every time I see her, because even a sliver of distance between us is infuriating. Our fingers, loosely woven a moment ago, now clutch together, her palm tacky with moisture, mine rough in places where I have grabbed too many handles on too many moving trains. Now she looks pale and small, but her eyes make me think of wide-open skies that I have never actually seen, only dreamed of.
Veronica RothI was angry with him before. Iโm not really sure why. Maybe I was just angry that the world had become such a complicated place, that I have never known even a fraction of the truth about it. Or that I allowed myself to grieve for someone who was never really gone, the same way I grieved for my mother all the years I thought she was dead. Tricking someone into grief is one of the cruelest tricks a person can play, and itโs been played on me twice.
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 RothThat our world is so massive that it is completely out of our control, that we cannot possibly be as large as we feel.
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