He is a part of me, always will be, and I am a part of him, too. I don’t belong to Abnegation, or Dauntless, or even the Divergent. I don’t belong to the Bureau or the experiment or the fringe. I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me—they, and the love and loyalty I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could. “Caleb,” I say, “I love you.” His eyes gleam with tears as he says, “I love you, too, Beatrice.” Caleb sinks to his knees. “If I don’t survive,” I say, “tell Tobias I didn’t want to leave him.”
If you’re having a bad day, watch this video of guys who don’t like cats playing with a bunch of kittens and loving it.
I always channel my emotions into my work. That way, I don’t hurt anyone but myself.
Some legends are told
Some turn to dust or to gold