Leal de Veronica Roth
when her body first hit the net, all I registered was a gray blur. i pulled her across it and her hand was small, but warm, and then she stod before me, short and thin and in all ways, unremarcable. Except that she had jumped first.
The stiff had jumped first. Even I didn´t jumped first. Her eyes where so stern, so insistent. Beautifull.