~refound memories~

1• ~clarys mundane life~

Jace POV:
It's been hard watching clary return to normal mundane life. Make new friends, even some boyfriends. Witch hell I hated watching. My family tells my to stop following her. It's almost been a year. Especially Izzy and Alec. They think I'm crazy.

"If they lost the love of their life the would be lost too" I catch myself mutter.
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It's clary's art show tonight. I'll be there like always. Her art reflects time when she was a shadowhunter. At least I think. It's just colours and shapes blended together. but it's different when she's painting them. it looks like she's trying to recover deep memories. Our memories. Of the shadow world. Of when things were normal. She cry's some nights. Looking lost and annoyed that she can't remember why she was standing crying by an abandoned church. I wish I could hold her in those moments. Tell her it's ok. But I cant, she doesn't remember me. But I remember her. And that's enough for me.
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Clary's POV:
It's my art show tonight. Ive come a long way since the amnesia. The doctors just say it's like my brain shut off. But then turned on again. I grasp to far away memories that just seem dark and hazy. I hate myself for not being able to remember. I walk to the bathroom and splash cold water on my face. I dry my hands with a towel to my left and grab my sketchbook from the bathroom drawer. I start to sketch, as I sketch it's like I zone out. I look down at my phone. 2:31 pm.

"Geez clary drawing for two hours without even realizing, new record" I say.

I look down. And to my suprise I drew a guy? He looks familiar but I can't place why. As im trying to remember if I know him from school or something similar like that when then A name pops into my head. "Jace". It had a nice ring to it. I always name my sketches out of habit so I scribble down the name jace. It's odd that I came up with a name so quickly but before I can ask more internal questions that don't make any sense I hear a knock at the door. I slowly get up from the cold bathroom floor and leave my sketchbook on the marble counter. I open the door to be greeted by my best friend ocean. She pushes me aside and starts lecturing me on how I'm not ready for the art show that is in a hour.

I think to myself"Oh shoot the art show"

"What have you even been doing?!" Ocean practically yells

"I'm not sure I just got busy!" I say back annoyed but happy she's here

She looks down at my sketchbook. And flips to the page I had turned face down

"Sure yeah that's busy" she points to the drawing "just drawing your imaginary fantasy boys." She chuckles while giving me the side eye and waving the book in my face.

I snatch back my sketchbook and tell her I have to get ready. I go to my room to pick out an outfit. I open my white dresser and I rummage through the shirts in my drawer until I find a navy blue top with different designs on it.

"Perfect" I mutter to myself as I lay it nicely on my bed.

I grab a black belt and a grey skirt from the next drawer down. I slip on the outfit and I start to brush my hair when I hear ocean yell from outside the room

" hey Clary? How come this boy of yours has these random tattoos?"

I turn around and face the door. "Tattoos? I don't remember drawing tattoos!" I say as I open the door to look at what she's talking about.

"There" she points.

I follow her finger to a tattoo on his neck. And on his arm. And his shoulder. At this point I'm tired of the questions so I rip it out of my sketchbook into the nearest trash can by my easel and paintbrush's

"I'm not sure. It was a stupid drawing I drew without realizing. Come on let's get ready and go to the art show." I say just wanting to leave at this point.

Ocean agrees but shoots back with a " I'm driving Clary fray because we all know you would kill us both if I let you drive!"

I roll my eyes but she isn't wrong. I grab my art pieces and head out the door. Shutting the door softly behind me.

"This is going to be fun" I say to ocean with a smile.
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As I'm loading my art pieces into the truck I can't get that boy I drew out of my head. I don't even know him and I can't get him out of my head?

I think to myself, "geez clary are you really in that much of a need for a boyfriend" i internally chuckle.
Knowing my brain is funny like that sometimes. I close the back of the truck and hop in the passenger seat. I turn on music and hum to myself quietly. Ocean hops in the car with a smirk and starts driving. we laughed the whole way to the art show about some boy she met at a boardwalk. Little did I know that tonight would change all I had ever known for a year. I was in for a wild ride