-He turns toward me. I want to touch him, but I’m afraid of his bareness; Afraid that he will make me bare too.
“Is this scaring you, Tris?”
“No,” I croak. I clear my throat. “Not really. I’m only…afraid of what I want.”
“What do you want?” Then his face tightens. “Me?”
Slowly I nod.”-
you’re always holding on to stars
i think they’re better from afar
because no one’s gonna save us