Clary was sitting on the edge of Jonathan's bed as Magnus was speaking. "I'm sorry, Clary, I've done all that I can. He should survive, but I don't know if his memory will." "What?!" "Clary, Jonathan probably won't remember you, or anything else, when he wakes up." "No," she whipsered. "I'm so sorry, Clary." She felt his touch on her shoulder. She felt completely numb as she heard the door shut softly.
What would she do, without Jonathan. Memories of them as young children flashed through her mind. How he was always there for her. Well, now she would be there for him. She grabbed his hand and held it, "I'll never stop telling our story, Jonathan, whether you can remember it or not. I'll keep telling it, over and over," her voice broke. "I'll love you forever, no matter what. Brother and sister, until the end."
I'm sorry the ending was crap, but thank you so much everyone! I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Until next time! Peace, XOXO.