Veronica Roth
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I think he came to die with me, I say. I clamp my hand over my mouth to stifle a sob. If I can keep breathing, I can stop crying. I didn't need or want him to die with me. I wanted to keep him safe. What an idiot, I think, but my heart isn't in it. That's ridiculous, he says. That doesn't make any sense. He's eighteen; he'll find another girlfriend once you're dead. And he's stupid if he doesn't know that. Tears run down my cheeks, hot at first and then cold. I close my eyes. If you think that's what it's about... I swallow another sob. ...you're the stupid one.

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