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It's seven in the evening and Tessa isn't sure if she can take much more of this.
Dead. Will is dead. Dead and gone—so very, very gone.
It's seven in the evening and Tessa is standing alone on Blackfriar's Bridge.
Alone. She is so very alone.
Where is Brother Zachariah?
Where is Jem?
Because he should be here.
Shouldn't he?
The sensible part of her mind is telling her that Brother Zachariah is in New York, where he lives now.
The sensible part of her mind is telling her that Jem is gone.
She elects to ignore it.
There is only one thing that she cannot ignore, no matter how hard she tries.
She is alone.
And it is all her fault.
She knew this would happen, she really did.
Magnus had tried to warn her. You'll be alone Tessa. He'd said, Even the mighty Will Herondale will die eventually. And Jem—Tessa had cut him off there.
Now she was left wishing she hadn't.
Magnus, Magnus knew what she was going through.
But Magnus was not here.
Magnus was in New York; Magnus was with his Shadowhunter lover he had written so much about.
And Tessa was alone.
So bitterly alone.
Her tears made circles in the sapphire water below.
They looked like his eyes.
A/N: I'm not exactly sure what this is. I'm calling it a drabble, but it started out as prose, and turned into a sort of poetry thing. Oh well, I hope you all enjoyed it!
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