The moon is high
I remember the night that we first met. Will burst into my room after I was tied to my bed by the gray sisters. I was convinced he was the Magister, and I was terrified but the whole time he was as cheerful as can be… and annoying. I also remember how hesitant I was to go with him. But he safely got me out of that house. Sometimes I still think about that version of will before he got his sister back, and realized he didn't need to put up all those walls, before he was genuinely happy. Though I suppose in a way he has always been genuinely happy at some points in his life before then, thanks to Jem. The same Jem who he no longer has and who we can rarely see. Sometimes when no one is around I think about how much everyone has lost has been my fault, Jem, Thomas, Jessamine, all the people more like. Then maybe not some things happen regardless like the moon. When I start to feel like I should never have come to London, I look at the moon, and it steadies me. After all, it was there the night I first met Will.
