Author's Note: In case you didn't know, I don't own Mortal Instruments or Peter Pan. They are owned by Cassandra Clare and J.M. Barrie. This really, is a good thing since no one would read them if I had written them; if they would even get finished.
Looking around at Max's untouched room, Isabelle remembered how much he had wanted to grow up. She knew he had hated it when someone had told him to leave the room so they could discuss adult matters. He had probably been looking forward to finally being included. But now he would never get that chance, and it was all her fault.
Max would forever stay a child, just like the boy in the story Clary had told Izzy yesterday. Just like Peter Pan, Max would never grow up. Izzy wondered if Max was happy to be a child forever. She remembered the feeling of being excluded from almost everything when she was a child. Even now, she hated for the fact that she was still a child to be pointed out.
When Clary told Izzy about Peter Pan, Izzy's initial thoughts were that he was an idiot. Why would he choose to stay a kid forever when adults had all the privileges? But as Izzy passed by Max's room, she realized that Max was like Peter Pan; he would never grow up. After all, memories didn't age. Izzy tried not to think about Peter Pan or Max, but her thoughts wouldn't go away. When it became evident that she wasn't going to fall asleep, she had wandered into Max's room.
"Max," she whispered, after standing in silence for a few minutes. "I bet you're a great Peter Pan."
With that said Izzy left the room and got back in bed. She fell asleep almost instantly, but not before whispering, "I miss you Max," to the darkness.