"The truth is... you are hurting me. Not on purpose, I know that. But I love you and every second that you don´t love me back...it hurts."
"Sometimes I still forget to look for the gentler parts of her. For so long all I saw was the strength, standing out like the wiry muscles in her arms or the black ink marking her collarbone with flight."
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Source: Veronica Roth (2014). “Four: A Divergent Collection”, p.15, Harper Collins
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