Camila, sixteen. Photoshop and coffee lover. /
Thinking something does not make it true. Wanting something does not make it real.
I hear him breathing behind me, loud and fast. “Are you all right, Four?” “Are you human, Tris? Being up this high…” He gulps for air. “It doesn’t scare you at all?” I look over my shoulder at the ground. If I fall now, I will die.