You were the sun, and I was crashing into you. I'd wake up every morning and think, 'This will end in flames.

She looks over at his empty bed, and her sadness is so potent that in that moment, I'd do anything to get him back for her. (I'd do anything to bring him back.)

Go on, then," he says. "Carry on, Simon.

But he’s the most familiar thing in this house, and I fall asleep better, listening to Baz breathe, than I have since winter break started.

Simon Snow is still going to die kissing me.
Just not today.

Tall. Black hair swept back from his forehead. Lips curled up in a sneer... I know that face as well as my own.