A DYING LIGHT
Tris Prior: Successful, wealthy, famous, admired. Daughter to Andrew Prior, richest man alive. That's how people from the outside see her.
Beatrice Prior: Abused, lonely, depressed. Glammered up. Hurting.
She feels like she's close to the end of her story, until a certain man comes along.
EXCERPT:
"I am at breaking point.
No medicine or therapy can heal my wounds, as they run too deep. My class knows about my cuts, and so does Four. I told the truth to the group, coming clean, confessing I will try to stop. I write Christina's note, trying to stop sobs from escaping my mouth, and she tells me how she is pregnant. "I want you to be the Godmother, Tris," I laugh, acting to be ecstatic, and accept. I write down about how great their child will be, how I wish I could meet their child. Help them grow, protect them from people like my father. I wish I could see their future, and tell myself everything will be okay when it's not. It will never be okay. I will never be okay."
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
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