had simon been conscious been alive to offer his opinion, it wouldn’t have been this. there was no way he wanted to die. but was becoming a MONSTER better ? to outlive all of his friends. everyone he’d ever known. there was no way the boy could be described as calm ; cowered in an alley, mind REELING with the thought of what he had become. and that was how he stayed, even as he heard clary approach. ❝ what am i, clary ? what have i become ? ❞ what a stupid question. he knew what he was. an abomination.
It was heartbreaking, it truly was. For her to bury her best friend of all her life, and watch him be reborn as this almost foreign intruder of himself, she failed to breathe. She had to be there for him now, after this COLOSSAL DISAPPOINTMENT that she had bestowed upon herself after failing to protect him. She had followed him to a broken alleyway, and crouched beside his cautious body. “ I’m so sorry Simon, this is all my fault. You’re a fledgling, a baby vampire... “