Jace, Clary thought, was the sort of person who liked it when things were happening, even things that were bad
Cassandra ClareWillโs 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 ClareShe felt as if she had been running, and had created a hill and was racing down the other side, and there was no stopping now. Gravity was taking her where she had to go. "But -- everyone cares about something. Don't they?
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