"James?" she whispers, fumbling in the darkness to feel him. But he stands a few metres away, staring into emptiness. He can't reply her, not in this kind of state he's in and certainly not after what just happened between them.
"I love her, Jem." Will said to him, with bliss burning in his eyes. It was the first time Jem has ever seen Will talked about anyone with love and affection shown in his voice. "I think Tessa's the one. It's like I can't seem to look at anyone but her."
But he loves her too. He loves the gray-blue eyes that hold mystery and her beauty that shines inside out. He loves her smart mouth, the fact that she is almost found with a book to hide in every time he sees her. He loves hearing her laugh, a clear and musical laughter and more than that, he loves that he is the one who is able to make her laugh that way. He loves it when she walks into his room almost every time he plays the violin and sits on the bed, listening intently to his pieces. He loves Tessa, the shape-changer, the bookworm; the first girl who makes his heart skips a beat.
Her fingers closed around his wrist, lightly and she asks, "Are you okay?" He snaps out of his reverie and turns to the girl with her wide gray-blue eyes. He reaches out with his other hand, to trace her cheekbone and he whispers, "I-I think you better go."
Tessa's face falls and she nods, turning away. Soon, the door closes behind her and he slumps into the armchair and sighs deeply.
For his parabatai, he is willing to let go of his love for Tessa.