I'll have to keep looking for more of them, more brief moments of freedom in a world that refuses to allow it.

I wake wondering how I did not notice, every day I sat across from her at the breakfast table, that she was full to bursting with Dauntless energy. Was it because she hid it well? Or was it because I wasn't looking?

What's this about flashing underwear?" says Uriah, sidestepping a bunk. "Whatever it is, I'm in.

I decide to do what I always do when I'm not sure what's going on: I act like everyone else.

But that wasn´t the first time I ever saw her. I saw her in the hallways at school, and at my mother’s false funeral, and walking the sidewalks in the Abnegation sector. I saw her, but I didn’t see her; no one saw her the way she truly was until she jumped. I suppose a fire that burns that bright is not meant to last.

It was him or me. I chose me. But I feel dead too.

I fell in love with him. But I don't just stay with him by default as if there's no one else available to me. I stay with him because I choose to, every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or lie to each other or disappoint each other. I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.