But maybe you never really had someone, she thought now. Maybe no matter how much you loved them, they could slip through your fingers like water, and there was nothing you could do about it. She understood why people talked about hearts ‘breaking’; she felt as if hers were made of cracked glass, and the shards were like tiny knives inside her chest when she breathed.

Cassandra Clare, The Mortal Instruments: City of Fallen Angels


How terribly sad and true this is…

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