Jace draws her hair out of her face and sets his forehead back against hers, closing his eyes and sighing. "I don't know if I could have gone." He whispers. "I don't know if I had it in me..."
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
If you don't know it's impossible it's easier to do. And because nobody's done it before, they haven't made up rules to stop anyone doing that again, yet. — Neil Gaiman