FOREWORD

"i am sober, lying in my bed,
recreating, you inside my head,
you speak softly,
resonating in
my subconscious,
where did we begin?"

evanna rios always thought she was sane, until a surreal, silver-haired boy kissed her, swaying her surety of how sober she was after all. especially when he tried to kill her. because of him, she can never look at chicago the same way again.

shadowhunters // the mortal instruments // lost souls
copyright © cassandra clare, freeform & sterilize {raya}
named after the incredible song "sober" by broods