They Kind Of Look Like Evil Lawn

But That Was Isabelle — If There Was A Boy Around And Blame That Needed To Be Pinned On Someone, Isabelle Would Pin It On Him

So I Lied To You Last Night. I Said That I Just Wanted One Night With You. But I Want Every Night With You.

Simon I've Been Trying To Call You, But It Seems Like Your Phone Is Turned Off. I Don't Know Where You Are Right Now. I Don't Know If Clary's Already Told You What Happened Tonight. But I Have To Go To Magnus's And I'd Really Like You To Be There. I'm Scared For My Brother. I Never Ask You For Anything, Simon, But I'm Asking You Now. Please Come. Isabelle. Simon Let The Letter Fall From His Hand. He Was Out Of The Apartment And On His Way Down The Steps Before It Had Even Hit The Floor.

She Smiled At Him. “how Did You Know Just What I’d Want To See?” “how Could I Not?” He Said. “when I Think Of You, And You Are Not There, I See You In My Mind’s Eye Always With A Book In Your Hand.” He Looked Away From Her As He Said It, But Not Before She Caught The Slight Flush On His Cheekbones. He Was So Pale, He Could Never Hide Even The Least Blush, She Thought — And Was Surprised How Affectionate The Thought Was.

I Always Thought Love Made You Stupid. Made You Weak. A Bad Shadowhunter. 'to Love Is To Destroy.'i Believed That[...]i Used To Think Being A Good Warrior Meant Not Caring,[...] And Then I Met You. You Were A Mundane. Weak. Not A Fighter. Never Trained[...] Love Didn't Make You Weak, It Made You Stronger Than Anyone I'd Ever Met. And I Realized I Was The One Who Was Weak.