Will Looked As If She Had Slpped

You Want This?" His Voice Was Hoarse. "yes," She Said. "do You?" His Finger Traced The Outline Of Her Mouth. "for This I Would Have Been Damned Forever. For This I Would Have Given Up Everything." She Felt The Burn Behind Her Eyes, The Pressure Of Tears, And Blinked Wet Eyelashes. "will ..." "dw I'n Dy Garu Di Am Byth," He Said. "i Love You. Always." And He Moved To Cover Her Body With His Own.

Don't Make It Sound Like That. Like Some Ordinary Sort Of Grief. It's Not Like That. They Say Time Heals All Wounds, But That Presumes The Source Of The Grief Is Finite. Over. This Is A Fresh Wound Every Day.

You Don't Get It, Clary. You Don't Understand What It's Like To Live Always At War, To Grow Up With Battle And Sacrifice. I Guess It's Not Your Fault. It's Just How You Were Brought Up-

Forever Does Not Make Loss Forgettable, Only Bearable, Brother Zachariah To Clary Fray

Sometimes," Jem Said, "our Lives Can Change So Fast That The Change Outpaces Our Minds And Hearts. It's Those Times, I Think, When Our Lives Have Altered But We Still Long For The Time Before Everything Was Altered-- That Is When We Feel The Greatest Pain. I Can Tell You, Though, From Experience, You Grow Accustomed To It. You Learn To Live Your New Life, And You Can't Imagine, Or Even Really Remember, How Things Were Before.