But They Love Each Other. Isn't That

Clary?” Jace Tilted His Head To The Side, Studying Her Face. “you Do—you Still Love Me, Don’t You?” “i Love Jace Lightwood,” She Said. “i Don’t Know Who You Are.

They Confused Beauty With Innocence And Harmlessness.

Just Remember, When Your Mother’s Gnawing My Ankle Like A Furious Mama Bear Separated From Her Cum, I Did It For You.

If People Ever Look Down Upon You For Crying For Fictional Characters, You Should Give Them A Gentle, Pitying Look And Feel Bad For Them. If They've Never Cried For A Fictional Character, Then They've Never Loved One (and What A Joy That Is). If They've Never Cried At A Book, A Movie, A Piece Of Music, Then They've Missed One Of The Great Pleasures Life Has To Offer. Just Because Fiction Does Not Contain Things That Are Real Doesn't Mean It Doesn't Contain Truth, And We Find It Through The Alchemy Of Our Tears.

It's Nearly Full Dark. We Should Go." "we? I Thought You Were Going To Leave Me Alone." "i Lied," Jace Said Without A Shred Of Embarrassment.