You've Always Been What You

My Name Is Herondale," The Boy Said Cheerfully. "william Herondale, But Everyone Calls Me Will. Is This Really Your Room? Not Very Nice, Is It?" He Wandered Toward The Window, Pausing To Examine The Stacks Of Books On Her Bedside Table, And Then The Bed Itself. He Waved A Hand At The Ropes. "do You Often Sleep Tied To The Bed?

There Is More To Living Than Not Dying," He Said. "look At The Way You Live Will. You Burn As Bright As A Star.

No, You Don’t Need To Help Me. But If You Don’t, There’s Nothing Stopping Me From Calling You Up Again And Again, Now That I Know You Can’t Kill Me. Think Of It As Me Leaning Against Your Heavenly Doorbell… Forever.

Sometimes Carrying The Burden Of An Upsetting Truth, And Hiding It, Is Actually A Gift You Give To Someone Else. You Bear That Burden, So They Don’t Have To, In A Situation Where Telling Them Will Change Nothing.

For A Moment She Just Stared, Wondering If There Were Another Girl Staying Here, Or If Sebastian Had Taken To Cross-dressing.