I feel like someone breathed new air into my lungs. I am not Abnegation. I am not Dauntless. I am Divergent.
They died for me,” I say. That feels important
All I can do is stand still- I feel like if I just stand still, I can stop it from being true, I can pretend that everything is all right.
That our world is so massive that it is completely out of our control, that we cannot possibly be as large as we feel.
Sometimes I feel like there is so much to be afraid of, and sometimes I feel like there is nothing left to fear.
It was him or me. I chose me. But I feel dead too.
So small as to be negligible. It's strange, but there's something in that thought that makes me feel almost...free.
I feel his heartbeat against my cheek,as fast as my own. "Are you afraid of me, too, Tobias?" "Terrified," he replies with a smile.