I'm Not What I Seem [COMPLETED]

Epilogue

Isabelle POV

Clarissa Adele Morgenstern.

Died at eighteen years of life.

We all knew how unhappy she was with life...

I just never thought of who she'd take with her.

Jonathan Christopher Herondale.

Died at eighteen years of life.

Both of them died on the same day, within minutes of each other.

A suicide pact.

A fucking suicide pact is what took one of my best friends and brother.

And what was I doing while they were committing suicide?

I was sleeping off a fucking hangover.

Jace went after her.

And I didn't.

And because I didn't, they were given the opportunity to do this.

Everyone says I shouldn't blame myself...

But I do.

Being woken up to cops at your door telling you your brother committed suicide with his sorta-girlfriend isn't something you forget easily.

Her father came to the funeral.

It was the last time anyone in New York saw him again.

We met a bunch of her friends from New Orleans.

They seemed nice.

The most choked up was a girl named Jeanette.

She said Clary called her that night.

She thought she should have realized.

It's been two years.

And I'm still not over it.

The others moved on.

Went to college.

But not me.

I couldn't move on.

I couldn't forget.

It's stuck with me for all these years.

And now...

I'm stuck.

So, as the moon fills the night sky, I do what I always do when I need to forget.

I smoke away the pain.

And sometimes...

It works.

But I know, deep down...

I'll never be able to forget

The Golden Boy

Or

The Girl Who Wasn't What She Seemed.