Clary,
Despite everything, I can't bear the thought of this ring being lost forever. And though I have no choice about the one, at least I can choose the other. I'm leaving you our family ring because you have as much right to it as I do.
I'm writing this watching the sun come up. You're asleep, dreams moving behind your restless eyelids. I wish I knew what you were thinking. I wish I can slip into your head and see the world the way you do. I wish I could see myself the way you do. But maybe I don't want to see that. Maybe it would make me feel even more than I already do that I'm perpetuating some kind of great lie on you, and I couldn't stand that.
I belong to you. You could do anything you wanted with me and I would let you. You could ask anything of me and I'd break myself trying to make you happy. My heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling I have ever had, but my mind knows the difference between wanting what you can't have and wanting what you shouldn't want and I shouldn't want you.
All night I watched you sleeping, watched the moonlight come and go, casting it's shadows across your face in black and white. I've never seen anything more beautiful. I think of the life we could have had if things were different, a life where this night is not a singular event, separate from everything else that's real, but every night. But things are different, and I can't look at you without feeling like I've tricked you into loving me.
The truth no one is willing to say out loud is that no one has a shot against Valentine but me, I can get close to him like no one else can. I can pretend I want to join him and he'll believe me up until the last moment where I end it all, one way or another. I have somethings of Sebastian's. I can track him to where my father's hiding. And that's what I'm going to do. So I lied to you last night. I said I just wanted one night with you, but I want every night with you. And that's why I have to slip out of your window now, like a coward. Because if I had to tell you this to your face, I couldn't make myself go.
I don't blame you if you hate me, I wish you would. As long as I can still dream, I will dream of you.
-Jace
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RandomQuotes from Cassandra Clare's book series, "The Mortal Instruments" and "The Infernal Devices."