I Know She's The Girl

I Love Her So

I'm Not That Boy

A/N: I decided I'd better end this before school starts properly (classes start tomorrow)... here goes. So, I know the words of the title aren't actually in the drabble, but it's sort of implied. This takes place after Clockwork Prince. It is from Tessa's point of view (I know the rest is Will, but it just seemed appropriate). And it's sad, just so ya know. It's the last chapter and I decided, Hell, the rest has been sad, why not make the end even sadder?

Tessa looked beautiful in gold, with her dark curls piled on her head. Her gray eyes shone with a certain brightness that Will and everyone else attributed to happiness, but Tessa herself attributed to sadness. And Will. But the two were synonymous, weren't they?

But it was too late, and Henry was leading her down the aisle between the chairs in the Institute library, and Tessa was looking around her frantically for Will, and Will was lurking behind a pillar, hiding from Tessa's searching eyes with the practiced ease of someone who has been doing it for months and the desolate air of someone who will never quite like doing it.

And then Henry had relinquished Tessa's arm and Jem had grasped her hands in his and Tessa's ears were hearing the words said and her lips were saying the words that she had been taught, but her mind was elsewhere. And then Jem was leaning in towards her and Tessa realized that what the strange man before her had said was, "You may now kiss the bride."

And then Tessa fainted.

And by the time she had woken up to see the members of the London Institute crowded around her sofa, Jem by her side, clasping her hands in his, and Tessa had asked where Will was, it was also too late.

Because William Herondale had gone, out into the streets of London to roam.

And it was to be days before he would return.

And after that day, only four words were ever exchanged between them, and that was several years later, when Jem was dead. And it was after a battle when Will was brought back home, grievously injured that the words were spoken.

And those words were "Tessa," "Will," "Goodbye," and "No."

A/N: I apologize for the tragedy. I know, I know, , you probably want to kill me now (and you have a right, I admit) for the trauma I put Will through, but I promise: I'm writing a Happy Wessa fic for you. It's happening (just a bit slowly).

I hope you guys enjoyed the fic! Please review, it always makes me happy :)