Letters from Shadowhunters; A Mortal Instruments Fanfiction

Awkwardness

*WARNING: COHF SPOILERS*

Dear Isabelle,

So I know that we were...together at some point. And I also know that when I asked you about it a few weeks ago, you told me to "fuck off," and you left. So I'm going to very politely ask again, do you think we can go out? I know that I clearly offended you that day. And it was completely my fault. I really shouldn't have brought up Max. But in my defense, I didn't exactly remember the fact that he is no longer with is, at the time. Now that I think about it, I shouldn't have mentioned it here either. But I'm writing in pen, and I'm too lazy to start over, and crossing it out would look messy.

I also have a very vague memory of talking to you about a Lord or something. A Lord by the name of something like Montegromy. Or Montemogery. What was that about again, exactly?

So, I'm free tomorrow, if you ever want to just talk or something. And the next day. And the day after that. Basically, nobody really wants to talk to me. Clary says she's too busy with her lessons to keep me company in my many days of loneliness. Though I strongly suspect that these "lessons" are just excuses for her to get more time with Jace. I really don't like that guy. How did I even let Clary date him back before...you know. But I have to admit, he's pretty badass. Don't tell him I said that though.

So I hope to hear from you soon! I was thinking that maybe we could eat at this diner I know. I would ask if you want to cook, but for some reason, I remember your cooking to be...somewhat atrocious. No offense. Actually, forget I said that too. Just...please reply? Thanks.

Simon No-longer-a-vampire Lewis