Frozen Eternity (Short story).

            The seat I’m sitting in is warm. Too warm. It’s almost disgusting that mundane’s think it’s okay to sit their warm blooded bodies all over seats that were meant for shadowhunters and vampires.

Not mundanes.

            My thoughts wonder to pointless places as I check my watch awaiting Simon’s arrival. The watch is new from a few months ago; Simon gave it to me for our one month. The thought of that night makes me smile when I remember us exchanging gifts and cuddling while watching pointless chick-flicks at Jordan’s apartment. It was the most perfect night I’ve ever spent with a guy, and trust me, I’ve spent many nights with many guys. They’ve ranged from vampires to faeries, to warlocks, you name it and I’ve probably had one. But not one of them has ever made me feel as special as Simon does.

            Yes, I know, I’m Isabelle Lightwood. I don’t have serious relationships. Yet in some way Simon has made me feel like I’m extraordinary and lovely just like girls should be treated. He doesn’t treat me like I’m “Queen Isabelle Lightwood”. He treats me like his best friend and his girlfriend while making me feel like a queen all the while. Something that not one other person has ever done.

            Many people walk in and out of the restaurant but none of them are Simon. A faerie with purple eyes and pink hair drops me a wink and signals me to “call him”. And another one “accidently” drops his number on the seat opposite of me.

            Please. Like I would ever call a faerie again. I’ve had my fair share of them and every single one of them has cheated on me with some stupid vampire or something. That’s one of the reasons why I’m so messed up when it comes to guys, I’ve just constantly been let down. Time after time after time. Mentally, I haven’t been in a stable relationship ever because of trust issues. My dad is a duchebag and every other guy has been just like him, which is why it took such a long time for me to actually go on a real date with Simon.  But once I finally found the courage to let myself ease up with him and be myself, I have never been happier in my life. Alec, when he isn’t daydreaming over Magnus, can tell. He can tell I’m for once happy and he’s thrilled for me, even though he doesn’t necessarily care for the vampire.

            Time is ticking slowly and I can’t even imagine what he’s doing. We’ve been getting lunch here every Friday since we started dating a few months ago, not once has he been late. Should I be worried? I mean, yeah, he’s late to everything because he’s Simon but I don’t know. He has always made a point to be on time for lunch.

            I’m about to call him when I see him through the window, but he’s not alone. A pretty girl, about my age, with straight dark hair is hanging on to his arm laughing at a joke he said that’s probably not even funny. From where I’m sitting she is in full flirting mode. Batting eyelashes and flipping her hair? Yeah, that’s flirting in my opinion. Freckles dot her nose and her eyes gleam with tears as her laughter subsides. She looks sort of similar to me, actually, except she isn’t covered in dark ugly scars that show all around her neck. Simon bends down to hug her around her waist and then pecks her on the cheek . She smiles and whispers something is his ear that makes his skin flush against his ivory skin before strutting away in her five inch heels.

            “By the angel,” I whisper. I’m not even sure what to do. Darkness clouds my senses making it hard to do anything but sit there in the booth. There was no way on this Earth that Simon Lewis was cheating on me. No. He knows what I’ve been through. He told me he’d never do that.

            Meanwhile, Simon walks over across the street looking just as goofy as usual as if nothing had happened. The door swings open and when he sees me he tosses that flawless crooked smile that normally could make all my problems go away.