{The Mortal Instruments Fanfiction}
"You're not really in love with me, it isn't real. I feel like I've stolen you from someone... extraordinary." I tell the man in front of me with tears blurring my vision which only makes them worse because I desp...
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Tossing, turning Struggled through the night with someone new Baby, I could go on and on, on and on Lantern, burning Flickered in the night for only you But you were still gone, gone, gone.
~ Taylor Swift
{Clary}
I stand at his door trying to find the courage to knock. He knows I'm coming, in fact when I asked Alec about getting some of my things from his apartment he relayed that Jace had simply said 'She knows where to find me'. I wanted to give him space, to give me space because every minute that I wasn't with him was torture. It didn't get easier, being separated from him only got more difficult. We hadn't specified that I'd be coming over today but we haven't really been in contact at all so I'm just hoping he's home.
When I finally rap my knuckles across the wood it's deadly silent afterwards. I would have sent Isabelle to get them for me but we still weren't speaking and I could hardly send Simon, that would've been crueler than coming myself. I wonder what kind of state he'll be in, I myself had haphazardly thrown on a t-shirt and some yoga pants, my hair in a bun because it needed washed and my face free of make-up because who cared what I looked like anymore? I couldn't even be bothered to look presentable for myself. I have my messenger bag slung over my shoulder and I jump when I hear one of the latches for the door slide open.
Oh god, here we go. The door swings open and he looks at me here in the hallway like he isn't surprised to see me at all. But he looks... he looks great? I mean I'd still probably think that even if he was wearing a trash bag but he isn't.
His golden hair is tousled but sexy, he's wearing a dark grey t-shirt that looks soft and worn with a pair of black jeans, tucked into his black combat boots, a single thin silver chain around his neck and his usual leather jacket on to top it all off. I could smell him from here, not that it was overpowering but whatever he was wearing smelled delicious and almost spicy and he leans against the wall beside the door glaring at me. He looked so incredibly bad that if my mother saw him right now she'd probably tell me to stay far far away from him. For a minute I can't even speak.
"Clary," he says my name like he's talking dirty to me and I feel my eyes widen even if his face is far from affectionate "I was beginning to think you didn't want your stuff back. Come in." He says, pushing away from the wall like it takes great effort and leaving the door open for me to follow him. Right, yes. Walking. One foot in front of the other. Pretty simple stuff really.
I clear my throat and follow after him, not sure whether to close the door behind me or not but he doesn't look back and disappears into his bedroom so I think it's probably best and click it closed quietly. This apartment looks the exact same. I'm not sure what I expected, anything really considering mine was a bomb site but Jace had never really been a messy person.
