She heard the very beginning of a smile in his voice--a fetal smile--and it very nearly killed her.
Are you on drugs?" "No." "Maybe you should be.
I just had this feeling about you," she said. "Is that foolish?" "I hope not.
That's the ultimate kind of broken. The kind of damage you never recover from.
It felt good to be writing in her own room, in her own bed. To get lost in the World of Mages and stay lost. To not hear any voices in her head but Simon's and Baz's. Not even her own. This was why Cath wrote fic. For these hours when their world supplanted the real world.
Hey,' he said. It came out hard and frustrated. 'I told you to smile because you're pretty when you smile.' She walked to the bottom of the steps, then looked back at him. 'It'd be better if you thought I was pretty when I don't.