I Will Be My Undoing If I

He Pus His Lips Next To My Ear And Says, “you Look Good, Tris.

Then Drew Shuffles Into The Dining Hall. I Drop My Toast, And My Mouth Drifts Open. Calling Him “bruised” Would Be An Understatement. His Face Is Swollen And Purple. He Has A Split Lip And A Cut Running Through His Eyebrow. He Keeps His Eyes Down On The Way To His Table, Not Even Lifting Them To Look At Me. I Glance Across The Room At Four. He Wears The Satisfied Smile I Wish I Had On.

She Believes That Tobias Belongs To Her Now. She Doesn't Know The Truth, That He Belongs To Himself.

I Decide To Do What I Always Do When I'm Not Sure What's Going On: I Act Like Everyone Else.

If I Let A Little Of The Emotion Out, All Of It Will Come Out, And It Will Never End.