Writings...

Something for those Infernal Devices freaks (yes I am one). Without further ado, my Clockwork Princess theory...
*There are spoilers in this!!*

"And do you, James Carstairs, take Theresa Gray to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, for as long as you both shall live?"
"I-" Jem started coughing, blood staining his cufflink of his white jacket. "I-" coughs shook his whole body. The coughing then erupted from within his chest, blood coming with every heave.
Tessa's eyes widened in horror she caught her fiance. She gently laid him down, her tears of joy turning to horror. Henry pushed through the crowd and started trying to help Jem. Tessa cradled his head in her lap, the gold ruining her dress.
"It's going to be alright. Henry's got it under control," Tessa didn't know who she was trying to convince more-herself or Jem. Tessa was suddenly taken back to the warehouse, when she had then also held someone's head as they died.
She came back from the memory to find that the coughing had stopped. Jem's slow breathing was a sign that he could still make it. "It's alright. It's alright," she began to murmur over and over again. She fell forward over his head, bringing her mouth next to his ear so he could hear her better. She was surprised to hear words coming from his lips.
"No, it's not Tessa. Tessa, Tessa, Tessa. Why are you always so hopeful? This was inevitable. You know that."
"Because without hope, I have nothing."
Jem chuckled softly. "You are everything. Not just to me. I love you Theresa Gray."
"I love you Jem Carstairs."
Jem smiled and took a deep breath. His eyes shifted to something behind her. Then the silver that had been so full of life, dimmed to gray. The eyes that had saw so many things, saw nothing and Tessa felt his chest stop rising.
She looked up at Henry and saw the hopelessness in his face. Desperately she looked at Will-who had forced himself through the crowd and knelt beside her-and saw the same desperate look in his blue eyes. Tears began to fall again.
The next events happened in a blur. Consul Wayland and Henry picking up Jem and taking him out of the library. The few guests that were in attendance following them out. Charlotte coaxing her into her room and out of the borrowed dress. When Charlotte left Tessa went and sat at the window. She saw the men load Jem into a carriage going to the silent city. After it left and the guests left, Will slipped from the institute and walked to where he could forget.

Darkness. Peace. This is what he felt. He remembers the look on her face as he collapsed. The look on her face, the terror in her eyes. He knew. As he looked at her, dressed in all white, walking purposefully toward him, he wonders how he could have missed it. It’s so obvious. It’s there in the way her gray eyes flicked to the man that stood beside him, just for a second, before they had met his.But he still felt a peace. He had been wandering the blackness for-well he didn't know how long. It could fave been seconds, days, years. When he walked he didn't need his cane, his hair was now the original color. Up ahead a light came into view. He squinted, trying to find the source. Walking toward it, it expanded until the darkness was completely gone.

Darkness. Pain. There was a wight bearing down on him. Fighting against it his lings filled with oxygen and he began to count every beat of his heart. He heard a door open and slow, somber steps, their clicks filling the empty silence. The steps approached him and the smell of flowers filled his nostrils. Inhaling, the sound of glass breaking on the ground rang in his ears. Pushing against the weight he opened his eyes and saw his angel-standing above him, joy reflected in her blue eyes.