*PoV Robert Lightwood*
As I lay here, slowly dying, I can't help but think of my family.
Max, dying so young, but I will soon be with him, soon be there to hold his hand and play with him. He had such a contagious laugh, but he laughed very little. He always had his nose stuck in a book. He would have made a great father, a great husband. But that vermin Sebastian ended his life, and he never got the chance to be a father. He never got the chance to go through the pleasures and horrors of life. We had a hard time moving on after he died, but we did, always carrying him in our hearts.
Isabelle, beautiful, dangerous Isabelle. Her wit was as sharp as the crack of her whip, her beauty more deadly than the worst demon. Her long flowing dark hair, her dark eyes that shone with hidden intelligence. She was head strong, and sure of whom she was, even if she made mistakes in her life time. She was harsh at times, but she could also be gentle, and kind. She could comfort anyone. I hope she will live for longer than I do. She deserves the life. She has done nothing wrong.
Jace; the golden boy, the pretty boy. He was sharp and quick, but he was faulted. He was too closed off from the world. Too far away from us. He hid behind his mask of sarcasm, only a flicker of his true self showing at strange times. He had fallen deeply in love with a dangerous woman, that Clarissa. She was just as sharp as he, but she was emotional and passionate, which he was, but on the inside. Jace was a unique boy, his eyes and hair as gold as the setting sun, and he knew it, but he didn't use it.
Maryse, my wife. Well, ex-wife. She was a frightening woman, the only woman in my life I was frightened of. The death of our son didn't help our marriage, which was already crumbling. She was beautiful, but she used her beauty as a weapon, she killed with it, she hurt with it. She was probably the only woman that I loved and hated at the same time. Oh, I loved her. She had her moments of softness, especially with our children.
I sigh as I think of him. Made immortal, different from all shadow hunters. His dark hair, cut choppily, as if he'd done it himself in the dark with a pair of scissors. His blue eyes, as clear as crystal. In love with a downworlder. It was the biggest mistake of my life, turning my back on him. My son, Alexander. My son. How could I ever turn my back on you? Why was I so stupid? Why did I think ill of you when you kissed him? Love is what it is, and it has taken me decades to figure it out. I am sorry my son. I am sorry…