Why Do People Want To Pretend That

But Christina And I Are Not People Who Cry Together; We're People Who Fight Together. So I Hold My Tears In.

Psyche You Out?" I Repeat. "i'm Your Friend. I Wouldn't Do That." He Doesn't Say Anything. I Can Tell He Doesn't Believe Me-not Quite.

I Am Too Strong To Break So Easily, And I Become Better, Sharper, Every Time I Touch Him.

"but Please, When You See An Opportunity..." He Presses His Hand To My Cheek, Cold And Strong, And Tilts My Head Up So I Have To Look At Him. His Eyes Glint. They Almost Look Predatory. "ruin Them."

What's Your Name? Um... Think About It. You Don't Get To Pick Again. Tris.