I keep my eyes down for a moment before looking up toward the port. Compose your face, your hands, your eyes. Look out at them so they cannot see into you.
“ Cassia, ” someone else says, a voice I know.
And then I look up, and I don’t believe what I see.
He’s here.
The port is blank, and he stands before me, real.
He’s here.
Whole and healthy and unharmed.
Here.
Not alone — an Official stands behind him — but still, he’s—
Here.
I put my red, mapped hands over my eyes because it’s too much to see.
“ Xander, ” I say.

Ally Condie |Crossed

awww… Ксандер приехал к ней, он приехал. ну какой же он няяшик!!!