HI! This is my first ever fanfiction. This is just the prologue for what is to come in the future chapters (but would it sound horrible if i said i just wrote this not less than an hour ago, and am basically winging it?) Disclaimer: The charcters such as William Herondale and theresa Gray are NOT. MINE. They belong to Cassandra Clare, but the story and pretty much anything else is mine (thank you very much)
now, ONTO THE STORY!
She knew the consequences, and she was most certainly aware of the risks. He had made it a point to remind her time and time again. But not once did she stop to actually consider them. The second he took her hand and looked deep into her eyes, she knew she would go to the burning depths of Hell for him.
And she suspected he knew that, too.
And even now, as she marched forward with a silver blade digging into her back, she had no regrets, no remorse, for what had happened in the past five months. If she had been offered the opportunity to erase him from her life and prevent him from ever setting foot within a fifty mile radius of her, she would refuse. She began to breathe when he saved her.
For in Theresa Gray's eyes, there was no life before William Herondale.