KAJGLKJGALKJS. OMG.
LONG TIME NO SEE, AND YES THATS MOSTLY MY FAULT AND I APOLOGIZE SOSOSOSOOO MUCH.
SO HERES A SHORT SNIPPET OF A CHAPTER, SORRY IT COULDN'T BE LONGER GUYS BUT HEY,
I PROMISE I WILL NEVER LET IT GO THAT LONG WITHOUT A CHAPTER AGAIN !
( oh, p.s ladies&gentlemen remember that boy problem? yeah, i finally talked to him at Starbucks,
AND WE ORDERED THE SAME THING ! XD )
just thought you should know,
anyways.

ENJOY. !

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Jace laid a 20 on the table and walked outside, the cold air struck him forcefully in the face,

making his eyes sting and his hair flair. He didn't really know where he was supposed to go;

he wasn't sure where Clary and Sebastian had stormed off too.

Jace felt a little tug in his chest when he taught about what just happened.

Typical Clary, getting defensive and making a big deal out of the little things, and then dramatically leaving.

She was practically asking Sebastian to follow her.

Jace could imagine it now, Sebastian with a screwed up twist of pity on his face.

'Clary hunny, are you alright? Clary can I get you anything? Clary I love you so much…'

Jace felt even sicker.

The sun was starting to set now, over the warehouses as the New Yorkers walked past him without a second look.

Everybody had somewhere to go.

He stuffed his hands in his pockets and continued his walk down the sidewalk.

He tried to think about different things, like how Isabelle and Alec were doing, or where Magnus was.

He eve tried to think about Simon, but nothing could take his mind off of the redhead.

He didn't know if he was happy she was back, or if he wasn't. Last night had been an exceptional night,

but Jace restrained himself, keeping a safe distance at all times, even though deep down, (and he knew it was there too)

He just wanted to hold her.

Did he truly hate that? That, meaning the feeling that pulls at his chest every time he sees her,

of his shortness of breathe every time they talk. Or that urge, to just grab her, and hold her tight to his chest, and never let her go, never.

Not again.

Jace flinched as he thought of her leaving, like she had all those years ago.

The memory seemed to be burnt into his mind.

He remembers it perfectly, and he can almost see it through his own eyes as if it were happening all over again.

Clary, standing beside her mother now, messy red hair, falling in pieces in front of her shocked eyes.

Jace couldn't breathe for a moment as he remember what happened next.

"You can't just pretend nothing ever happened! It's in her blood! We'll never see her again! You cant do this!"

Those ice cold words left Jocelyn's lips, "Well I can try"

it was then Clary lost her balance in faint, and fell to her knees.

"Clary." Jace could remember screaming her name, as he ran towards her.

"Clary, Clary wake up. Clary wake up. They're going to take you away Clary, you have to wake up now! They're going to take you away from me!"

Jace tore himself away from his livid memory, and concentrated on the now dark sky as he walked.

He wondered why Jocelyn had always been so paranoid about the whole, immortal/mortal world.

he could still hear her words from that night, especially when his so called mother had looked at him with a deadly glare, and said.

"You are not my son."

Every single day since that night he had always wondered what she had meant by that,

but then again, every single night since that day he had also always wondered what had happened to his little sister.

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