I Shall But Love Thee Better After Death

3: Chapter 2

hey, guys! Sorry it took so long to update... so this is a slightly long chapter. i hope i can update the next one sooner, but otherwise, sorry... the picture on top is the dress that Clarity wears to the party (in the flashback) :P this part is dedicated to one of my two best friends, who is the inspiration for Silvera Eyre!! (Hoot hoot!) xP

Chapter 2

London, England

A week later

I look at myself in the mirror. The black dress hugged my curves, sticking to my body like a second skin. I looked completely different. My face is pale, my eyes, haunted. The odd violet color that is otherwise bright, looks dull today.

I wear a pair of silver earrings and a singular chain with a locket on it. A holy cross that belonged to my mother. I step into my black stilettos, and I am ready. Charlie will be buried today... she will join her parents, dieing the same way they did.

She and I were the only ones who knew the murderer's name. And then there was one. Now there's only me. We had agreed a long time ago that we would not tell the cops about Anton. It's not like they could do anything, anyway. Anton was elusive, always was. It was in his nature to be!

Once upon a time, a long, very long time ago, I cared for him as a friend. That is why I first decided to keep my mouth shut about the murders.

Now, I just feel numb, because I don't care, and a slight hint of fear, because I know what he is capable of. Ben has a hunch, but that's all it is... a hunch.

*****

I walk out of my room five minutes later. Cal said he would come pick me up. Looking at the clock, I sigh... half an hour left. I don't want to remain idle. It would just make me over think.

So, almost unconsciously, I move to my vanity shelf, pulling out a box from inside, and walk to the tea table. It contains letters. The first few were from Anton, and I shiver just thinking about its contents. Only Charlie knew about them. So I quickly remove them, and put them aside.

Below those plain white envelopes, are pretty, almost delicate pink ones. I pull out all of them, almost thirty. I take the bottom- most one... the first one.

'Clary.' it says on the envelope.

So many memories... I take the letter out of the envelope, carefully, and start reading quietly-

"Dated 4th May, ---

Dearest Clary,

Exactly a month after I first saw you...

All the guys in the team, they kept talking about you and your friends. The tom- boys... you guys did everything us guys did. I mean, you three beat ten boys (well, excluding me ;] )at their own game!

But I never did know who you were. Silvera was in the girls' football team, and she came with us for all our matches. Reckel was in the drama club... forever the actress...

but you were the casuistical one... never could find you! I mean, the captain of the dance team, the editor of the school newspaper! I aught to have seen you somewhere... somehow!

But no! Never saw you.. or maybe, it's just that I didn't know who I was looking for. But my curiosity to know who you were was killing me! Isn't it interesting how two people who go to the same school, probably the same classes don't see each other... don't know the other exists till so long into their senior year?