I start to follow her, and Alex grabs my hand.
"I'll find you," he says, watching me with the eyes I remember. "I won't let you go again."
I don't trust myself to speak. Instead I nod, hoping that he understands me. He squeezes my hand.
"Go," he says.
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It's as though the words are trapped, buried under past fears, past lives, like fossils compressed under layers of dirt.
Lauren Oliverit occurs to me that there is so much I never knew about him--his past, his role in the resistance, what his life was like in the Wilds, before he came to Portland, and I feel a flash of grief so intense it almost makes me cry out: not for what I lost, but for the chances I missed.
Lauren OliverTags: chances alex lena longing-for-death requiem
They couldn’t have known that even this was a lie—that we never really choose, not entirely. We are always being pushed and squeezed down one road or another. We have no choice but to step forward, and then step forward again, and then step forward again; suddenly we find ourselves on a road we haven’t chosen at all.
But maybe happiness isn’t in the choosing. Maybe it’s in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up is where we intended to be all along.
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The memories seem like snapshots from someone else’s life.
Lauren OliverTags: hana
Guilt requires absolution
Lauren OliverI will make a pact with you: I will do it if you will do it, always and forever.
Take down the walls.
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We are all punished for the lives we have chosen, in one way or another.
Lauren OliverTags: choice punishment
This is what we are made for: promises, pledges, and sworn oaths of obedience.
Lauren OliverBut it's not about knowing. It is simply about going forward.
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