Jordan

“At first Eric stares at Four in silence. Four stares back.”
― Veronica Roth, Divergent

“Aren’t you going to ask me if I’m all right?” I say.
“No, I’m pretty sure you’re not all right.”
He shakes his head. “I’m going to ask you not to make any decisions until we’ve talked
about it.”
― Veronica Roth

“What did you do?” I mumble. He is just a few feet away from me now, but not close enough to hear me. As he passes me he stretches out his hand. He wraps it around my palm and squeezes. Squeezes, then lets go. His eyes are bloodshot; he is pale. “What did you do?” This time the question tears from my throat like a growl. I throw myself toward him, struggling against Peter’s grip, though his hands chafe. “What did you do?” I scream. “You die, I die too” Tobias looks over his shoulder at me. “I asked you not to do this. You made your decision. These are the repercussions.”
― Veronica Roth

“He holds my face in both hands and kisses me back. I press into the distance between us until it is gone, crushing the secrets we have kept and the suspicions we have harbored-for good, I hope.”
― Veronica Roth, Insurgent