I feel the monster of grief again, writhing in the empty space where my heart and stomach used to be. I gasp, pressing both palms to my chest. Now the monstrous thing has its claws around my throat, squeezing my airway. I twist and put my head between my knees, breathing until the strangled feeling leaves me.
Veronica RothI know that change is difficult, and comes slowly, and that it is the work of many days strung together in a long line until the origin of them is forgotten.
Veronica RothI could never hurt him enough to make his betrayal stop hurting. And it hurts, in every part of my body.
Veronica Roth