To Draw Something Is To Try To

The Cycle Hit The Beach And Spun Out. Emma Went Into A Rolling Crouch As She Flew Free Of It, Keeping Her Elbows In, Pushing The Air Hard Out Of Her Lungs. She Turned Her Head As She Hit The Sand, Slapping Her Palms Down To Roll Herself Forward, Absorbing The Impact Of The Fall Through Her Arms And Shoulders, Her Knees Folding Up Into Her Chest. The Stars Wheeled Crazily Overhead As She Spun, Sucking In Her Breath As Her Body Slowed Its Rolling. She Came To A Stop On Her Back, Her Hair And Clothes Full Of Sand And Her Ears Full Of The Sound Of The Wildly Crashing Ocean.

I Think You Are Very Selfless.

Concerned About My Safety, Are You? -william Herondale.

He Wanted To Run To Her, Wrap Her In His Arms. Protect Her. But It Was Jem’s Place To Do Those Things, Not His. Not His.” -will Herondale

Where There Is Love, There Is Often Also Hate. They Can Exist Side By Side.