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Love Takes Your Choices Away.

As Luke Knelt Down Beside His Corpse, Clary Couldn’t Help But Remember What He Had Said About Having Loved Valentine Once, About Having Been His Closest Friend. Luke, She Thought With A Pang. Surely He Couldn’t Be Sad — Or Even Grieved? But Then Again, Perhaps Everyone Should Have Someone To Grieve For Them, And There Was No One Else To Grieve For Valentine.

Our Own Sleeping Beauty. Who Finally Kissed You Awake?

Now I Wonder All The Time How You Go Back After Something Like That. Whether We Can Ever Be Friends Again, Or If What We Had Is Broken Into Pieces. Not Because Of Her, But Because Of Me.

She Had Always Wanted A Brother. And She Had One Now. Sebastian. It Was Like Always Wanting A Puppy And Being A Hellhound Instead.