In 'insurgent' We Realise How Large The

Did You Just Call Me Beatrice?

He Leans His Face Close To Mine And Wraps His Fingers Around My Chin. His Hand Smells Like Metal. When Was The Last Time He Held A Gun, Or A Knife?

I Understand Why She Did All Those Things, But That Doesn't Mean We Aren't Still Broken.

For A Few Minutes We Kiss, Deep In The Chasm, With The Roar Of Water All Around Us. And We Rise, Hand In Hand, I Realize That If We Had Both Chosen Differently, We Might Have Ended Up Doing The Same Thing, In A Safer Place, In Gray Clothes Instead Of Black Ones.

I'm Divergent. And I Can't Be Controlled.