Jem leaned closer against the chair, staring into the fire. โBetter it were my hands,โ he said. Will shook his head. Exhaustion was muting the edges of everything in the room, blurring the flocked wallpaper into a single mass of dark color. โNo. Not your hands. You need your hands for the violin. What do I need mine for?
Cassandra ClareWithout him, [Nate] she was completely alone in the world. There was no one at all for her. No one in the world who cared whether she lived or died. Sometimes the horror of that thought threatened to overwhelm her and plunge her down into bottomless darkness.
Cassandra ClareUnrequited love is a ridiculous state, and it makes those in it behave ridiculously.
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