Jessica

“What did you do?” This time the question tears from my throat like a growl. I throw myself toward him… “What did you do?” I scream.

“You die, I die too…I asked you not to do this. You made your decision. These are the repercussions.”
― Veronica Roth, Insurgent

“I think he came to die with me," I say. I clamp my hand over my mouth to stifle a sob. If I can keep breathing, I can stop crying. I didn't need or want him to die with me. I wanted to keep him safe. What an idiot, I think, but my heart isn't in it.
"That's ridiculous," he says. "That doesn't make any sense. He's eighteen; he'll find another girlfriend once you're dead. And he's stupid if he doesn't know that."
Tears run down my cheeks, hot at first and then cold. I close my eyes. "If you think that's what it's about..." I swallow another sob. "...you're the stupid one.”
― Veronica Roth, Insurgent

“Nothing else is all right.” His whisper tickles my cheek. “But we are.”
― Veronica Roth, Insurgent

“I love you." He frowns.
"Say it again."
"Tobias," I say. "I love you.”
― Veronica Roth, Insurgent