He played of love and loss and years of silence, words unsaid and vows unspoken, and all the spaces between his heart and theirs; and when he was done, and he'd set the violin back in its box, Will's eyes were closed, but Tessa's were full of tears.
Cassandra ClareHe was Will, in all his perfect imperfection; Will, whose heart was as easy to break as it was carefully guarded; Will, who loved not wisely but entirely and with everything he had.
Cassandra ClareSo, what are you?" "What I am is someone who doesn't want you to jump out of the window. The rest are details.
Cassandra Clare