"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."
"Yesterday he told me he thought I would have to pretend to be weak, but he was wrong. I am weak already. I brace myself against the wall and press my forehead to my hands. It’s difficult to take deep breaths, so I take short, shallow ones. I can’t let this happen. They attacked me to make me feel weak. I can pretend they succeeded to protect myself, but I can’t let it become true."
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Source: Veronica Roth (2013). “Divergent Trilogy”, p.45, HarperCollins UK
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