“Hey.” Jem whispered sweetly, his voice travelling as soft as summer breeze. Effortless and gentle. “Just me,” he faintly chuckled, his hands raised up in the air as he admired their eyes. They were not the usual sort, no. Half shadow hunter and half warlock was hard to come by, even harder to meet one. “Your eyes are glowing again, you know? I noticed.” He faintly smiled, taking a step closer to you. He was in awe of you, your talents, what you could do and everything. You had been born with dormant warlock powers that only just started to kick after the training to become a shadowhunter. “You know I’ve always found you to be most intriguing and exciting right? Warlock and all.”

“What has Charlotte planned for you this evening?” He whispered sweetly, knowing full well what would be happening tonight. You would be hanging out with Matthew, just like always.

Ever since you were little, you had always grown a crush for Matthew Fairchild, a family friend you had grown close with over the years. Jem was always there, biding his time with patience, just waiting. Mostly for you. He couldn’t stand to be in your way of happiness. If he knew you’d be truly happy with Matthew then that was that. He’d never tell you how he felt or even give you so much as an idea that he felt differently.