Dear Wendolyne,

Again, you had a fight with Gabriel.

And that made me mad at him. I was mad because he doesn't deserve you if he's going to make you cry the way he does. I was there to hold you together, I was the first one you called. 

I rushed to your side without hesitation. 

You were nearly passed out drunk in your apartment when I arrived, Wendolyne. You were crying, you were a complete mess, you were calling his name. All I could do was sit by your side and pull you into my arms, whispering assurances into your ear. It was what you wanted to hear. He was your happiness and I was only a friend.

I took you to your bedroom and placed you under the covers. My heart broke with every tear you shed because I knew he had what I wanted for myself.

And when I kissed you that night, in my selfishness, you didn't push me away. You accepted me in your arms, and welcomed me with warm and sweet kisses.

Was this the way you kissed him too? In spite of the kisses we shared, perhaps, Wendolyne, you thought of him when you did it. But there is a hope in the bottom of my heart that from now on, when his lips are on yours, you will remember me.

And I still remember the feeling of your lips on mine. It was the happiest moment of my life.

I could have taken you into my arms, taken advantage of the situation, and you probably would have let me. You were so desperate for someone to love you, to make you feel better. But I left your side after you fell asleep, Wendolyne. I could never do something to take advantage of you in any way. I love you too much.

Sincerely, Julio.

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another update for this story. my heart aches for my little julio furch because he loves someone who doesn't love him back. how horrible that must be.

-clary xx