AN: It's Abby again. This is a Clace one-shot my friend asked me to write. Some fluff. Hope you like it! R&R! (Third Person POV)

Clary was in her mother's art studio. Her hands were covered in charcoal and she was very concentrated on the paper in front of her. From a distance, it looks as though she is drawing an angel on the page.
The hard facial features with soft eyes and light hair gave this man an aura of powerfulness and righteousness. You could tell the importance of this piece to Clary. She had determination written all over her face, as well as several streaks of charcoal.

Jace, alone in his room, was also working on something with a fierce determination. It seemed to have maximum importance to him as well. He is writing a poem. With a closer look, you can see it is a poem of love.
Your hair are the flames of my burning love,
The eyes as green as the grass of Elysium,
Her lips softer than any silk,
Pinker than any rose.
This small piece o the poem shows his devotion and love of this girl. He loves her with all his heart like he has never loved before.

On the next day, these two meet at a cafe. The one with flaming hair hands him his present. He hands her an ancient-looking envelope. She opens the blood red wax seal and very slowly lifts open the envelope.
The boy unwraps the golden paper with care. He pulls out a wooden rectangle to show a sketch of the two together, holding hands, with angel wings flying them across the New York City skyline.
The girl pulls out the paper to find a lengthy poem. She reads it, soaking in every word. Half-way through, tears begin to collect in her eyes and roll down her cheeks. The boy looks over worried, but then sees her small smile. He can see the love in her eyes as she looks up and stares in to his soft ones. He leans down and brings her in to a soft but passionate kiss.