Hey guys! Well, Cassandra Clare is one of my favourite writers of all time, so I decided to just play around with this story. It's kinda more like a poem...I'm actually not too sure what it is. :p Ah well! It's not my best work, but I'm trying to experiment with different writing styles. I'm young! I'm free! I can do whatever I want! :p So if you like it, holler, if you don't, tell me what I can do to improve. I have a couple of over stories I'm working on, including a story about Isabelle!
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Happiness would not exist without suffering. For if you do not suffer, how would you know when you're happy?"
- Elinor Rees
Fire and ice.
That's what they were to her, fire and ice.
Will, with his eyes that burned into her very soul, always taking the lead, swords blazing. One look and she's melting on the floor, all because of his eyes. And Jem, kind, sweet Jem with his looks like ice, with pale kind eyes and silvery hair.
Fire and Ice, polar opposites. Parabatai.
To look at them they are fire and ice, but they are polar opposites of what they look like.
Jem, with his warmth, his kindness, the burning need to protect others even though he himself is dying.
Will, with his hard demeanour, his shield, protecting himself from love but really so vulnerable and fragile he could break.
Fire and Ice, that was her Will and Jem. Fire and Ice.
Both so pretty, so striking. Will, with his eyes like the sky or the ocean, Jem, his like the stars.
But you know what they say about pretty boys.
They'll break your heart.