Well, Iโm not kissing the mundane," said Jace. "Iโd rather stay down here and rot." "Forever?" said Simon. "Foreverโs an awfully long time." Jace raised his eyebrows. "I knew it," he said. "You want to kiss me, donโt you?
Cassandra ClareSome burns," Clary said. "Nothing that matters" "Everything that happens to you matters to me." "Well that certainly explains why you haven't called me back once. And the last time I saw you, you ran away without telling me why. It's like dating a ghost." Jace's mouth quirked up slightly at the side. "Not exactly. Isabelle actually dated a ghost. She could tell you--" "No," Clary said. "It was a metaphor. And you know exactly what I mean.
Cassandra ClareJem 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?
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