Because I was avoiding him, Tristan looked hurt.
I had assumed he would turn on his heel and leave the moment he hit a wall—after all, wherever Tristan went, people always fawned over him.
To my surprise, this time he didn't leave.
He looked at me with something almost like a plea in his eyes.
"Marina, I need you, and you need me. We're so right for each other. Why are you walking away now?"
He couldn't understand why the woman who had trailed after him for six years was suddenly walking her own path. Listening to him, I couldn't help laughing.
"No, Tris, that isn't what you really think," I said. "Or at least it wasn't before. You thought I wasn't good enough for you." That was why he refused to even let anyone know we were dating. He could accept me as I was, but he couldn't bear t
