It Was Like I Saw Your Soul

What's Wrong, Little Sis? You Look Upset." She Could Barely Catch Her Breath. "cracked...my...nail Polish Slapping Your... Worthless Face. See?" She Showed Him Her Finger - Just One Of Them. "cute" He Snorted.

He Caught Her As If He Were Used To Catching Fainting Girls, As If He Did It Everyday.

That's The Van? It Looks Like A Rotting Banana." This Was Undeniable - Eric Had Painted The Van A Neon Shade Of Yellow, And It Was Blotched With Dings And Rust Like Splotches Of Decay.

Did You Like It?" He Said. "i Could Have Given You...jewelry, But I Wanted It To Be Something That Was Wholly Yours. That No One Else Would Hear Or Own. And I Am Not Good With Words, So I Wrote How I Felt About You In Music." He Paused. "did You Like It?

"yeah, Well, You Clearly Also Couldn't Be Bothered To Call Me And Tell Me You Were Shacking Up With Some Dyed-blond Wanna-be Goth You Probably Met At Pandemonium. After I Spent The Past Three Days Wondering If You Were Dead." "i Was Not Shacking Up," Clary Said, Glad Of The Darkness As The Blood Rushed To Her Face. "and My Hair Is Naturally Blond," Said Jace. "just For The Record."