My Heart Will Go On.

Beautiful Words

Clary's POV

After Jem had agreed he would train Simon, Jace, and Alec; her heart felt lighter. Ever since Simon lost his memories, things had been going a little rough between Simon and Isabelle. Isabelle was hurt, but she loved Simon. Every waking moment she spent with Simon, his memories improved. This would be good for everyone. She stopped and wondered why she was outside the library. She had no recollection of walking this way. She shrugged to herself and walked in on Tessa bawling her eyes out on Alec, who was also crying.

"Tess...listen to me, I'm not upset. Your as good with words as I am." Alec said stroking her thick hair.

"Are you all right, Tessa?" Clary asked crossing to Tessa. Tessa looked at her with her big gray-blue eyes brimming with tears and gave her a shaky smile.

"Y-Yes, Clary. It's just I haven't been around Will in so long and to hear him read me this beautiful letter he wrote when we were young."

"Can I read it?" Clary asked tentively, mentally tsking herself for thinking Will was Alec.

"I suppose so, I mean you are in love with a Herondale. Here." Tessa said handing her a copy of A Tale of Two Cities. She opened the cover and read the note.

'Tess, Tess, Tessa.

Was there ever a more beautiful sound than your name? To speak it aloud makes my heart ring like a bell. Strange thing to imagine isn't it - a heart ringing? But when you touch me, that is what it is like, as if my heart is ringing in my chest and the sound shivers down my veins and splinters my bones with joy.

Why have I written words in this book? Because of you. You taught me to love this book, where I have scorned it. When I read it for the second time, with an open mind and heart, I felt complete despair and envy of Sydney Carton - yes, Sydney, for even if he had no hope that the woman he loved would love him, at least he could tell her of his love. At least he could do something to prove his passion, even if that thing was to die.

I would have chosen death for a chance to tell you the truth, Tessa, if I could have been assured that death would be my own. And that is why I envied Sydney, for he was free.

And now at last I am free, and I can finally tell you, without fear of danger to you, all that I feel in my heart.

You are not the last dream of my soul.

You are the first dream, the only dream I was ever unable to stop myself from dreaming. You are the first dream of my soul, and from that dream I hope will come all other dreams, a lifetime's worth.

With hope at last,

Will Herondale.' By the end of the note Clary was crying too.

"Will, you have the beautiful way with words." Will smiled and took the book back from her. Unable to bear the emotion, Clary left the library.

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A/N

The passage above consisting the letter Will wrote to Tessa belongs to Cassandra Clare. She wrote it and in order to avoid plagiarism I am just writing this little note to give all the credit to Cassandra Clare for her beautifully written letter through the eyes, heart, and mind of William Herondale.