He touches my face, covering my cheeks with his hands, sliding his fingertips down my neck, fitting his fingers to the slight curve of my hips. I can’t stop.
A breeze blows through the alley, pushing me to one side, and I think of scaling the Ferris wheel with Tobias. He kept me steady then. There is no one left to keep me steady now.
The gun goes off. I fall.
Caleb runs up to me and folds me carefully in his arms. I breathe a sigh of relief. I thought I had gotten to the point where I didn’t need my brother anymore, but I don’t think such a point actually exists.
I can’t leave now. I like her too much. There, I said it. But I won’t say it again.
I kiss him as the train slides into unlit, uncertain land. I kiss him for as long as I want, for longer than I should, given that my brother sits three feet away from me.
I am no longer Tris, the selfless, or Tris, the brave. I suppose that now, I must become more than either.
I would be shocked by the lack of security if we were not at Amity headquarters. They often straddle the line between trust and stupidity.
Like a wild animal, the truth is too powerful to remain caged.
I am his, and he is mine, and it has been that way all along.
Noise and activity are the refuges of the bereaved and the guilty.
Don’t tell me you’re going to eat a mashed-potato sandwich.
You are far less likely to soil your pants and cry for your mother if you’re prepared to defend yourself.
Why is your heart racing Tris?
In our factions, we find meaning, we find purpose, we find life.
Faction before blood.
It is amazing how pretending to be in a different faction changes everything – even the way I walk. That must be why it’s so strange that I could easily belong in three of them.
Half of bravery is perspective.
It’s easy to be brave when they’re not my fears.
The theory is that if you spill all your secrets, you’ll have no desire to lie about anything, ever again. Like the worst about you is already in the open, so why not just be honest?