The World Is The Same But You

"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."

And Then You'd Turn To Me And Smile That Funny Smile, And I Know You'd Forgotten All About Me And Just Remembered -- But I Was Never Mad At You. Half Of Your Attention Is Better Than All Of Anyone Else's.

The Surface Of The Pond Was Green With Fallen Leaves. "how Could You Have Been Happy There? I Know What You Thought, But Valentine Was A Terrible Father. He Killed Your Pets, Lied To You, And I Know He Hit You- Don't Even Try To Pretend He Didn't." A Flicker Of A Smile Ghosted Across Jace's Face. "only On Alternate Thursdays.

Jace, On The Other Hand, Looked Like The Sort Of Boy Who'd Come Over To Your House And Burn It Down For Kicks.

And I'm Suppose To Sit By While You Date Boys And Fall In Love With Someone Else, Get Married...?" His Voice Tightened. "and Meanwhile, I'll Die A Little Bit More Every Day, Watching.