"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."
"Then Drew shuffles into the dining hall. I drop my toast, and my mouth drifts open. Calling him “bruised” would be an understatement. His face is swollen and purple. He has a split lip and a cut running through his eyebrow. He keeps his eyes down on the way to his table, not even lifting them to look at me. I glance across the room at Four. He wears the satisfied smile I wish I had on."
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Source: Veronica Roth (2013). “Divergent Trilogy”, p.45, HarperCollins UK
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