What the hell are we doing here anyway? We have 117 million problems and worrying about our status on the lacrosse team is not one of them. It is now.
I’ve done everything I could to the best of my ability. Thank you for the unconditional love and cyber hugs. You inspire me.
"Tobias," I say. "It’s me" I step forward and wrap my arms around him. His body is stiff. His heart beats faster. I can feel it against my cheek. A thud against my cheek. A thud as the gun hits the floor. "Tris," he says, and it’s him again.
His arm wraps around me and he lifts me up, holding me against him, his hands clutching at my back…He sets me down and stares at me, his fingers brushing over my forehead, my eyebrows, my cheeks, my lips…I lean against him, and he supports me. “How did you do it?” I say. “I don’t know,” he says. “I j u s t h e a r d y o u r v o i c e.”
Becoming fearless isn't the point. That's impossible.
It's learning how to control your fear,
and how to be free from it.