From One Tyrant To Another. That Is

They Died For Me,” I Say. That Feels Important

I Think You're Still The Only Person Sharp Enough To Sharpen Someone Like Me.

His Eyes Search The Crowd Until They Find My Face. My Heartbeat Lives In My Throat; Lives In My Cheeks. "i Still Don't Understand," He Says Softly, "how She Knew That It Would Work.

That Said, In The Two Weeks Before I Leave For The Dark Days Tour, I Am Going Radio Silent, Which Means I Will Be Avoiding The Internet At All Costs In Order To Revise, Revise, Revise. I Will Miss You. Tris Says Hi, Though.

I Want To Break Something, Or Hit Something, But I Am Afraid To Move, So I Start Crying Instead.