Simon To Die. Jace To Live. Jonathon

Love Did Not Overcome Everything. Love Did Not Always Endure. All You Had Could Be Taken Away, Love Could Be The Last Thing You Had, And Then Love Could Be Taken Too.

She Looked Up From Closing It To Find Jace Watching Her Through Hooded Eyes. “and One Last Thing,” He Said. He Reached Over And Pulled The Sparking Pins Out Of Her Hair, So That It Fell In Warm Heavy Curls Down Her Neck. The Sensation Of Hair Tickling Her Bare Skin Was Unfamiliar And Oddly Pleasant. “much Better,” He Said, And She Thought This Time That Maybe His Voice Was Uneven Too.

But It Was Mortality That Made Them What They Were, The Flame That Blazed Brighter For It's Flickering

Grief Makes You Feel Alone, But You're Not. I Know You Don't Believe In-in Religion-the Same Way I Do, But You Can Believe You're Surrounded By People Who Love You, Can't You?

Nothing Less Than 7 Inches.