Will had never seen Jem cry so much. He cried until his tears dried up, but even then, he sobbed dryly, mourning his love. Will wished that he could go closer, but Charlotte had said that it would be best to let him cry it out, even if he had no more tears to cry. Hours passed and soon Will couldn't take it anymore. He ran up to Jem's side and put a hand on his shoulder, yanking him away from Aislynn's dead body. "What do you want William?" "You need to stop! This isn't what she wanted!" "And why would you care?"
Aislynn's chest no longer rose or fell. Her hand fell away from Jem's arm, but he never bothered to close her eyes, he wasn't ready to say farewell yet. Instead, he sobbed. He sobbed uncontrollably, his shoulders shaking with each sob.
"Aislynn, please. . ." His voice drifted off, his sobs drowning out the words. It broke his heart, seeing Aislynn's motionless body lying there in front of him, her blue eyes wide open. She had barely lived a life. 17 years was a short time, though, if you were a Shadowhunter, it was natural.
"Don't. . . be dead. Please." He hiccuped, sobbing dryly. He reached up, closing her eyes before placing a kiss on each eyelid.
"I-I love you. I never got to tell you before hand, but I really, really do." He sobbed, kissing her hands. Then tears came again and he buried his head into the bed beside her.
Will backed out of the infirmary, not wanting to see his broken parabatai sit there and beg for his loved one to not be dead.