Red.

It feels as though I’m running with her – I see moments from her life. Water filling a boat in Sonoma as the officials sink it before her.  Her triumphant run down the river to the Rising that didn’t save her.  Our kiss.  A flight, a landing, a run, step after step after step, running when anyone else would go still – then nothing but black.  Or maybe it was red.

~Reached by: Ally Condie

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