I Think About Pressing Myself

I'm Not Dauntless - I'm Divergent. I Am Whatever I Choose To Be.

Sometimes I Feel Like There Is So Much To Be Afraid Of, And Sometimes I Feel Like There Is Nothing Left To Fear.

No Factions? A World In Which No One Knows Who They Are Or Where They Fit? I Can't Even Fathom It. I Imagine Only Chaos And Isolation.

But Christina And I Are Not People Who Cry Together; We're People Who Fight Together. So I Hold My Tears In.

He Pulls Me Over The Railing And Against His Chest, Gathering Me Into His Arms, Easing An Arm Under My Knees. I Press My Face Into His Shoulder, And There Is A Sudden, Hollow Silence.