Willโs voice dropped. โEveryone makes mistakes, Jem.โ โYes,โ said Jem. โYou just make more of them than most people.โ โI โโ โYou hurt everyone,โ said Jem. โEveryone whose life you touch.โ โNot you,โ Will whispered. โI hurt everyone but you. I never meant to hurt you.โ Jem put his hands up, pressing his palms against his eyes. โWill โโ โYou canโt never forgive me,โ Will said in disbelief, hearing the panic tinging his own voice. โIโd be โโ โAlone?โ Jem lowered his hand, but he was smiling now, crookedly. โAnd whose fault is that?
Cassandra ClareAll right. Are you going to come back? Do you want any soup?" "No," said Jace. "Do you think Hodge will want any soup?" "No one wants any soup." "I want some soup," Simon said. "No, you don't," said Jace. "You just want to sleep with Isabelle." Simon was appalled. "That is not true." "How flattering," Isabelle murmured into the soup, but she was smirking. "Oh, yes it is," said Jace. "Go ahead and ask herโthen she can turn you down and the rest of us can get on with our lives while you fester in miserable humiliation." He snapped his fingers. "Hurry up, mundie boy, we've got work to do.
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