His Last Chance

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Trigger Warning: Suicide

(Y/n's POV)

"Kiss me." I hear her say to him from where I'm hiding.

He grabs her by the arm and pulls her into a dressing room. I follow from a safe distance and stay within earshot.

"Lily, what are you playing at?"

"If you can kiss me now, and tell me you feel nothing, then that's fine. I'll move on. But I think you still feel something for me."

"I'm not going to kiss you."

"Why not?" There are tears in her eyes. "Are you afraid that you might actually have to admit to yourself that you feel something for me?"

"No," he says to her. "I have changed. I'm not like how I used to be. I'm not going to do that to y/n."

Yes Jamie. Fight for me.

"But she's not here," Lily says. "She never has to know. Please, just.... If you ever loved me, do this one thing for me. And then you don't have to see me again. For anything other than work."

His face looks conflicted.

No Jamie. Fight for me.

"Will you stop?" he asks her. "If we do this, if I kiss you, just once, you will stop. Yes?"

"If you kiss me, and you can honestly tell me that you don't feel anything, then yes. I will stop."

No Lily. You're supposed to be my friend.

Jamie. You're supposed to love me.

There's a look on his face. Hurt? Anger? Defeat?

He puts his hand on her cheek, wipes away her tears.

"Okay."

I stand there, heart dropped on the floor, as he leans in and kisses her.

It's not even a peck. He doesn't kiss her and pull away, no. He. Kisses. Her.

I cover my mouth and nose with my hand to silence my sob as I'm screaming internally.

As quietly as I can, I walk away from the dressing room as I die inside.

"Y/n?" Martin sees me. "What's going on?"

I smile sadly at him. "Well, I think it's safe to say that Jace and Clary's forbidden on-screen romance has become an off-screen reality."

"What?"

"He kissed her, Martin. Jamie kissed Lily." I shrug. "They still love each other."

Martin looks furious and looks as though he's about to storm into the dressing room, but I put a gently hand on his shoulder, defeated.

"It's okay, M. I'm done. I'm going home."

(Jamie's POV)

"Happy now?" I push away from her.

"And? What did you feel?"

"Nothing."

"Seriously? After a kiss like that, you're telling me you didn't feel anything?"

I shrug and look her in the eye. "Lily, I don't know what you want me to say. When I kiss y/n, it's fireworks. Electric. But that, there was nothing. I'm sorry."

I turn and walk out of the dressing room, leaving her alone.

I only make it a few steps before I'm met with a slap in the face.