Requiem

Av Lauren Oliver

| 2013 | Del 3 av 3 i serien Delirium
Requiem
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It is the rule of the Wilds. You must be bigger, and stronger, and tougher.
A coldness radiates through me, a solid wall that is growing, piece by piece, in my chest. He doesn't love me. He never loved me. It was all a lie.
'The old Lena is dead', I say, and then push past him. Each step is more difficult than the last; the heaviness fills me and turns my limbs to stone.
You must hurt, or be hurt.

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