if no one cares for you at all, do you even really exist?
"Life is a book, and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.”
“I love you so much, so incredibly much.”
“From the moment you hit me with that bottle.”
“It was a jug,” she said automatically.
His lips quirked up at the corners. “Not to mention the way that you always correct me. With that funny look on your face when you do it. And the way you shouted at Gabriel Lightwood. And even the way you talked back to de Quincey. You make me…” He broke off, looking at her, and she wondered is she looked the way she felt-stunned and breathless.
All my life, since I came to the Institute, you were the mirror of my soul. I saw the good in me in you. In your eyes alone I found grace. When you are gone from me, who will see me like that?
favorite characters: Will Herondale (The Infernal Devices)
The face of a bad angel and eyes like the night sky in Hell.