“Say something, Tessa.” Jem’s voice shook. “I fear that you think that I regret that night. I do not.” His thumb brushed over her wrist, the bare skin between the cuff of her dress and her glove. “I only regret that it came too soon. I—I would have wanted to—to court you first. To take you driving, with a chaperon.”

“A chaperon?” Tessa laughed despite herself.

He went on determinedly. “To tell you of my feelings first, before I showed them. To write poetry for you—”

“You don’t even like poetry,” Tessa said, her voice catching on a half laugh of relief.

“No. But you make me want to write it. Does that not count for anything?”

Tessa’s lips curled into a smile. She leaned forward and looked up into his face, so close to hers that she could make out each individual silvery eyelash on his lids, the faint white scars on his pale throat where once there had been Marks. “That sounds almost practiced, James Carstairs. How many girls have you made swoon with that observation?”

“There is only one girl I care to make swoon,” he said. “The question is, does she?”

She smiled at him. “She does.”

but wait can you imagine if Tessa had just stayed in America, like she never would have found out she was a warlock, but she would still have at some point stopped aging, like she’d just be sitting around at 150 years old looking 22 like “wtf when am i gonna die?”

Will rose slowly to his feet. He could no believe he was doing what he was doing, but it was clear that he was, as clear as the silver rim around the black of Jem’s eyes. ‘If there is a life after this one,’ he said, ‘let me meet you in it, James Carstairs.’
—  Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Princess)

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The Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare

“They say you cannot love two people equally at once,” she said. “And perhaps for others that is so. But you and Will—you are not like two ordinary people, two people who might have been jealous of each other, or who would have imagined my love for one of them diminished by my love of the other. You merged your souls when you were both children. I could not have loved Will so much if I had not loved you as well. And I could not love you as I do if I had not loved Will as I did.”