—¿Realmente quieres saber qué más fue lo que mi madre dijo sobre ti? —preguntó. Ella negó con la cabeza. Él pareció no advertirlo. —Que me romperías el corazón —dijo, y se fue.
Cazadores de Sombras: Ciudad de Hueso
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—¿Realmente quieres saber qué más fue lo que mi madre dijo sobre ti? —preguntó. Ella negó con la cabeza. Él pareció no advertirlo. —Que me romperías el corazón —dijo, y se fue.
Cazadores de Sombras: Ciudad de Hueso
“You’re Clary. You’re my best friend.”
I'm actually not too sure if this is a popular ship or not... But I ship Simon and Clary, man!
i'm not liking these turn of events at all
OMG ROBERT SHEEHAN HAS BEEN CAST AS SIMON
well here's another city of ashes passage
He looked down at their hands, where they lay intertwined on the plastic of the lounge chair. Her fingers looked small against his, but for the first time, her skin was a shade darker. He stroked his thumb absently over her knuckles and said, "I wouldn't have called it that."
"I thought this was what you wanted," she said. "I thought you said that-" He looked up at her through his dark lashes. "That I loved you? I do love you. But that's not the whole story." "Is this because of Maia?" Her teeth had started to chatter, only partly from the cold. "Because you like her?" Simon hesitated. "No. I mean, yes, I like her, but not the way you mean. It's just that when I'm around her-I know what it's like to have someone like me__that way. And it's not like it is with you." "But you don't love her-" "Maybe I could someday." "Maybe I could love __you__someday." "If you ever do," he said, "come and let me know. You know where to find me." Her teeth were chattering harder. "I can't lose you, Simon. I __can't." "You never will. I'm not leaving you. But I'd rather have what we have, which is real and true and important, than have you pretend anything else. When I'm with you, I want to know I'm with the real you, the real Clary." She leaned her head against his, closing her eyes. He still felt like Simon, despite everything; still smelled like him,like his laundry soap. "Maybe I don't know who that is." "But I do."