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These will be a series of drabbles/one-shots about Simon and Isabelle's relationships so the chapters don't necessarily follow each other. These are also posted on our tumblr: Isabelle-Lewis

Tears

If vampires could cry, Simon figured he'd be crying by now. His best friend was laying down on the white bed, barely breathing & he hated the fact that he couldn't even shed a tear.
"Simon." She gasped out.
He took her hand in his and immediately he felt her temperature similar to his. He gripped it tighter.
"I'm here." He whispered.
With his other hand, he gently swept away her grayed hair and smiled at her sadly. "It's okay."

"I don't want to leave you." She whispered, her voice giving out.
"I'll be fine."
She coughed dryly, "Forever. Is a long time."
"Don't worry about me." He said in a comforting tone, "I'll be okay."

Looking away from him, she gave the 16-year old looking girl behind him a smile, "You'll take care of him?"
The girl behind him laughed, "Of course. Just… say hi to my brothers for me… Tell them I love them. Even Jace. Okay?"
Clary nodded and blinked slowly, "Thanks. For everything. The both of you."

Simon closed his eyes as he can feel Clary's spirit pulling away. He swallowed thickly before leaning forward to give his best friend one last kiss on the forehead, "I love you Clary. Thanks for being the best best friend a guy could ever have."
She gave a smile, "Love you too Simon. I … I hope to see you guys again."

Not knowing how to answer, Simon nodded.
Clary looked at them one last time, then closed her emerald eyes to the world and took her last breath.

"She's gone."
Isabelle walked up next to him, intertwining their fingers together. "They all are." Then she smiled, "At least they're all finally happy together now… I mean, as happy as they can be without us."
He pulled her to him, "It's just us now."

She gave him a small smile, "It'll be us forever you know. And that's a long time." She softly swept his bangs from his face while looking into the chocolate colored eyes she grew to love so much.

He leaned towards her to rest his forehead against hers and smiled, "With you, it doesn't sound so bad."