Everyone Has Something They Can't

Isabelle Was Holding An Umbrella. It Was Clear Plastic, Decorated With Decals Of Colorful Flowers. It Was One Of The Girliest Things Simon Had Ever Seen, And He Didn’t Blame Alec For Ducking Out From Under It And Taking His Chances With The Rain.

His Eyes Shone When He Looked At Her, Green As Spring Grass. He Has Always Had Green Eyes, Said The Voice In Her Head. People Often Marvel At How Much Alike You Are, He And Your Mother And Yourself. His Name Is Jonathan And He Is Your Brother; He Has Always Protected You. Somewhere In The Back Of Clary’s Mind She Saw Black Eyes And Whip Marks, But She Didn’t Know Why. He’s Your Brother. He’s Your Brother, And He’s Always Taken Care Of You.

She Supposed They Were Imperfections, Those Marks, But They Didn't Feel That Way To Her; They Were A History, Cut Into His Body: The Map Of A Life Of Endless War.

Or Maybe It's Just That Beautiful Things Are So Easily Broken By The World.

Kyle Is A Werewolf?"asked Simon "of Course He's A Werewolf,you Moron"said Jace