“He reached out and intertwined our hands. Gently urging me forward he whispered, “Have I lost you love?”

“Jesus?" he whispered as his voice choked "I feel so lost"A hand reached out and squeezed his, and didn't let go. "I know Mack. But it's not true. I am with you and I'm not lost. I'm sorry it feels that way, but hear me clearly. You are not lost.”

“I thought I'd broken you.""Broken? Me? Oh no, Ana. Just the opposite."He reaches out and takes my hand. "You're my lifeline'" he whispers.”

“It's me, love," he said softly. "Everything's all right."Daisy managed to whisper through dry lips. "If you're a ghost...I hope you haunt me forever."Matthew sat on the floor and reached for her cold hands. "Would a ghost use the door?" he asked gently, bringing her fingers to his scratched, battered face.”

“At last he reached out and with a gentle hand, closed Valentine’s eyes."Ave atque vale, Shadowhunter," he said.”

“He takes my hand. Intertwines our fingers. Offers me a smile that manages to kiss my heart.”