Love Takes Your Choices Away.

Staring At Him The Way She Might Stare At A Beloved Place She Was Not Sure She Would Ever See Again, Trying To Commit The Details To Memory, To Paint Them On The Backs Of Her Eyelids That She Might See It When She Shut Her Eyes To Sleep.

Dear Me. Such Harsh Truths So Early In The Morning Cannot Be Good For The Digestion.

She Knew She Could Not Be Jem For Will. No One Could. But Slowly The Hollow Places In His Heart Were Filling In.

You Know, When Most Girls Say They Want A Big Rock, They Don't Mean, You Know, Literally A Big Rock." "very Amusing, My Sarcastic Friend. It's Not A Rock, Precisely. All Shadowhunters Have A Witchlight Rune-stone.

It Didn’t Matter, Anyway. There Was Only One Thing She Could Ask For, In The End, Only One Real Choice. She Raised Her Eyes To The Angel’s. "jace," She Said.