Fear doesn't shut you down; it wakes you up - Veronica Roth

His fingers slide into my hair, and I hold on to his arms to stay steady as we press together like two blades at a stalemate. He is stronger than anyone I know, and warmer than anyone else realizes; he is a secret that I have kept, and will keep for the rest of my life.

I am his, and he is mine, and it has been that way all along.

Leaving us with Eric is like hiring a babysitter who spends his time sharpening knives.