Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 255

Rating: K+

A/N: I think Tessa would be more lost than Will when jem dies, because she's so far from her original home with nothing, and now what feels like no one. First love always hits the hardest and I think in the months they had together, Tessa would have learned to love Jem properly, and move on from Will. I'm a total Jessa supporter :D

Anyway, ENJOY!

Tessa was lost and she wanted to stay lost in the hope of never finding herself again. If she did, she'd find that Jem had really left her. He'd really thrown himself into that knife protecting her, and while it had been brave and valiant, it had cost him his life. And Tessa was not worth that.

She was worried, she had promise Jem as he lay dying in her arms, to look after herself and Will, and she had wholeheartedly promised as the tears pours in torrents down her face.

But Will was becoming impossible. In fact, looking after herself was becoming impossible. She had taken to writing letters to Nathaniel again, even though he was an evil prick. He was the first and only brother she had ever had, and she missed those moments before she had come to London. But now here she was, given a broken heart and left without a husband; without Jem.

The crying was unceasing, every moment she was alone seemed like one she could be with Jem, she could hear his violin whispering to her through the hallways, feel the wind caressing her arms and face like they were his fingers. She wanted him so badly it ached permanently.

There was a cloud that had settled over the London Institute; one that even the Enclave noticed when they visited. Their sunshine knight, and moonlight king had deserted the court and now the maids and butlers were left wondering why they were still here too.

Tessa wanted out.