_{I am no longer Tris, the selfless, or Tris, the brave. I suppose that now, I must become more than either.}

Maybe I’m already sure, and I just don’t want to frighten you

“I’ll be your family now,” he says.
“I love you,” I say.

Don’t try and define me.

_{I used to think that when people fell in love, they just landed where they landed, and they had no choice in the matter afterward. And maybe that’s true of beginnings, but it’s not true of this, now. I fell in love with him. But I don’t just stay with him by default as if there’s no one else available to me. I stay with him because I choose to, every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or lie to each other or disappoint each other. I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.}

_{I close my eyes and picture my mother and father sitting at the dinner table in silence. Is it a lingering hint of selflessness that makes my throat tighten at the thought of them, or is it selfishness, because I know I will never be their daughter again?}

_{I stand facing the person who helped me. My eyes twitch up, just for a second, to see his face. Tobias, as blank-faced as the rest ofthem. Was I wrong? Is he not Divergent? Tears spark behind my eyes, and I blink them back as I turn away from him.}

I am stronger than the glass. The glass shatters under my hand, and water spills onto the floor. And then the dark returns.