Luke knew something was different about her. The day she came back from that boarding school her parents sent her to, he met up with her at their usual place, the old abandoned railroad that was equal distances from both of their houses. It had been almost a year since he had last seen her. The last time had been at this exact same place where they’d shared a solemn kiss goodbye.

Her once vibrantly golden hair now seemed to lack its shine and the fashionable clothes that had once fit her so well were baggy on her skinny frame. Her face was paler than he had ever seen it, not one touch of make up. She always wore make up. It was rare he saw her without it. She faced him, chewing on her bottom lip and the appearance of her alone was enough to make him envelop her into an embrace. He hugged her against his chest and smoothed her hair, feeling her shudders as she cried into his shirt. He felt as if he was crushing her, almost as if she was the most fragile thing he had ever held. “Kay, what’s wrong?” He dared to ask. Going to that boarding school was supposed to be good for her.

She buried her face in his chest. “I don’t want to go back. Don’t make me go back.”

“Did they hurt you there? Kay, I thought the people there were supposed to be accepting. We all thought you would do well.” He said softly. “Have you been eating? Sleeping?” Her appearance gave him the answer, although he asked anyway.

She pulled out of the embrace, her blue eyes glossy with tears as she stared at him. She held up her wrist. “Get it out, Luke. I want it out.” He examined it closely, reaching out and taking her arm in his hands. There was a tiny square like incision where there seemed to be something beneath her skin. He traced it lightly with his finger.

“Kay, what is this?” He asked her.

 “It’s killing me. Take it out,” Her eyes were pleading with him. “Please,” She begged.

 You have to tell me what’s going on. I want to help you, but I can’t just take it out.” Whatever it was. “It’s probably a surgical procedure.” Worry creased his forehead.

“No, the doctors won’t help.” She shook her head at him.

 “What are you talking about? It’s their job.”

 “Why won’t you do this one thing for me?” She asked, pulling her arm from his grasp. “I have a knife. Just get it out!” Her voice raised in volume and desperation.

 He looked at her, helplessly as his hand fell to his side. “I can’t. I don’t want to hurt you. We need-”

 “If you won’t do it, I will.”

 “Kayla!” This time he used her full name, for he was confused as to what was going on with her. This girl he had known since he was in elementary school. The girl he had come to love. This wasn’t like her at all. Sure, he knew she had a hard time when she hit high school, but that’s why her parents had her transfer to a school she could benefit from. It was hard to watch her go, but he took comfort in knowing that she’d like it there. It would be best for her. And now she came back like this. It scared him. “We’re going to get you help. Listen to me.” And when he reached out for her, she flinched away from him. A hurt semblance fell over him. “Kay-”

 “No, you don’t understand. I shouldn’t expect you to.”

 “What’d they do to you?”

 He awaited an answer as she took a step closer to him and put her lips to his ear. “I can’t tell you….”

Luke didn’t understand. “Why?” He asked, his voice barely audible.

She kissed him on the cheek and shook her head as she walked away from him. It was as if she couldn’t tell him. “It was unauthorized, Luke. They had no right to do that to us.” And then she was gone, and never again did he see her.

I’m starving.

I think I love him most

I’ve been in love with Simon since City of Bones. (:

“Um, Alec, I always liked you better than I liked Jace.” 

“Magnus, I wish I had the nerve to wear the kind of pants you do.”

“Isabelle,”

maniacalmind:

Clary slid next to him onto the bed and hugged a pillow. “Is your inner vampire different from your…outer vampire?”

“Definitely. He wants me to wear midriff-baring shirts and a fedora. I’m fighting it.”

Clary smiled faintly. “So your inner vampire is Magnus?”

- pg. 47, City of Lost Souls by Cassandra Clare