I'm Divergent. And I Can't

It's Not Sacrifice If It's Someone Else's Life You're Giving Away, It's Just Evil.

I'm Sick Of Doing Bad Things And Liking It And Then Wondering What's Wrong With Me. I Want It To Be Over. I Want To Start Again.

I Want People To Come Away From My Book With Questions. Questions About Virtue And Goodness. Not Answers.

Please. They're Like The Cult Of Four.

He Kisses Me Again, More Insistent This Time, His Hands Squeezing My Waist. His Breaths, His Body, My Body, We Are So Close There Is No Difference.