I swear and run a hand though my hair. Jace-- Back here. Now. I scan the room for him again before getting ready to teleport to his aura. Before I can though, he crawls out from the back room. Sitting, he looks at me and knows exactly what he's in for.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go. — Jamie Anderson
