" I am in love with you,” I said. “But for once in my life, I want someone to choose me. And you don’t. You can’t.”
I felt the mood change, as we stepped back, Akos looking suddenly bereft, like he had had his arms full and someone had come along and taken away everything he was carrying. I felt the same way. Empty-handed.
“I can’t change the way things are,” he said. “You can’t blame me for that.”
“I know.” He was right, and that was why there was no point in arguing anymore. I had begun the conversation with a demand for honesty, but honesty didn’t need to come from him--it needed to come from me. His fate was a reality, and as long as he had his fate, he couldn’t care about me the way I needed him to. And I only knew that I needed him to because he had encouraged me to try to value myself more highly. So we were tangled in a web together, cause and effect and choice and fate all intermingling.
“So you’re going to stay here, because your fate is with me,” I said hollowly. “And I’m going to stay here, to help them figure out how to handle my father. And you and I…”
“Will be what we are,” he said. So quiet. "

― Veronica Roth , The Fates Divide (Carve the Mark, #2)