I wake up to a headache and a wealth of regret. I'm curled up on Luke's sofa like a kid, a blanket pulled up over my shoulders. Luke must've put it there- Clary sure as hell didn't. I try to remember how much she drank and if it was enough that she wouldn't remember but evidently I had quite a lot too. I sit up, run my temples. My phone says 10:47, so I expect Clary's up already.
Please have forgotten..... please, God...
"Morning," she groans, squinting at the sun filtering through the curtains. "Killer headache?"
"You bet." She walks into the kitchen and pours two mugs of coffee. She's teaching for the sugar when she asks "wait. Last night, was I mad at you for something?"
Shit.
"Uh, no, I don't think so..."
"Huh."
The tinkling of the teaspoon in the mugs is the only sound, until suddenly she stops stirring with a gasp. Her back is to me. She is completely still.
I wince. This is not gonna be fun.
Clary slowly turns around, a sad kind of look on her face.
"Simon, did you tell me you loved me?"
I swallow, my throat dry, because I can't think of anything to say.
And then she kisses me, and I'm happy and confused and in heaven.
Between kisses, I ask
"But you-"
"You didn't-"
"Clary, you didn't-"
She pulls away from me and exclaims "How could I have?! I was scared, okay?! You were drunk, I was drunk, you didn't know what you were saying!"
"Of course I did! I've only been thinking it for what, 10 years?!"
She draws in a breath with a small smile.
"All this time?"
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say I love you
Fanfictionclary • simon do you know how much it hurts to say I love you and have no one say it back? sometimes I wonder what would've happened if Clary was human, and I was still human, and she'd never met Jace and fallen in love with him. well, I think. pro...
