[The walk about London proved only helpful to exhaust him. Sometimes he liked to stir up a little trouble just to expel the energy he always pent up inside of him when everything weighed too heavily on his chest. Things like his love for Tessa... his love for his parabatai...
And why it seemed so imperative that people could only love one person in order to be happy. Loving both of them hurt as much as it gave him life.
Which was why he stopped outside Jem's door as the music of the violin permeated his senses. Leaning against the wall, he closed his eyes so he wouldn't find himself looking from Jem's door to Tessa's. And in the end, like sensory memory, he opened Jem's door and slid inside damp and sodden from the foggy streets of London.]
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And why it seemed so imperative that people could only love one person in order to be happy. Loving both of them hurt as much as it gave him life.
Which was why he stopped outside Jem's door as the music of the violin permeated his senses. Leaning against the wall, he closed his eyes so he wouldn't find himself looking from Jem's door to Tessa's. And in the end, like sensory memory, he opened Jem's door and slid inside damp and sodden from the foggy streets of London.]