The One Who Loved Him

Places Foreign

He watched her sleep. Her dark hair glistened in the moonlight, her skin a lovely palish tan colour. He didn't know what he found intriguing about her. She wasn't special like Clary, Jace, and him. But she was different. She was intelligent, beautiful, and swift in movement, vision, and speaking. She never judged him for what he did or who he was. She understood him better than anyone else because she took the time to know him.

He kissed her forehead and watched her eyes dance behind her lids. Jonathan often wondered what she dreamed about: dragons, demons, him, or anything else, but he never asked. He thought it was dipping into her private life, something he didn't want to do.

"When I came to get you, why did you leave with me? Why didn't you stay with your parents and brothers and sisters?" he had asked.

"I missed you, Jonathan. When Jace came back saying you had died, something inside me snapped. I was relieved to see you at my door." she had replied.

He laughed at the memory, a deep, low sound from his chest that made her stir slightly, but only to turn to face him. Jonathan sighed and turned to his back, his arm craddling her head, and fell asleep.

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I looked at the face of my boyfriend. He was sleeping, and it was really cute. His face a softer and more child like, if possible. His brow was furrowed, but not so much it made him look old. His full lips were mumbling soft words I didn't hear. I didn't want to disturb him, so I laid my head back on his shoulder and fell asleep.

When I woke again, he was on his shoulder, just looking at me. Like I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Which I guess in his case, I was. I looked at him with my compelling white eyes and kissed his lips. He looked down at the wrinkled sheets, then at me through his pale lashes. I fought the urge to kiss him some more. Instead, I got up and went into the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" he called.

"Taking a shower." I said, turning on the shower head.

I heard the faint sounds of him getting up and walking into the bathroom.

"Can I help?" he asked.

"With what?"

"I don't know."

"No. I need to shave and I don't want you in here."

He shrugged and headed out the door. I stared after him, wondering why in the hell I loved him.

It was cold when I finally emerged from the shower. I couldn't find teh guys anywhere and soon got worried. The kitchen was empty, the dining\game room deserted. Where were they? I walked back into the kitchen again to sort out my thoughts when a piece of folded paper caught my eye. My name was written in Jonathan's handwriting in big letters across the top.

Dear Elizabeth,

Jace and I have gone to get something to eat. If you plan on going somewhere, make sure you check on Clarissa before you go and leave me a note. We should be back by lucnh.

Jon

xoxo

I smiled and went back to check on Clary. She was fast asleep and tangled up in a mass of sheets and red hair. She tossed and turned, mixing the mass that much more. I went to my room to change into some clothes and left to see my friend. Something stopped me in my tracks just outside of the door: I forgot to leave him a note. He'd be pissed if I didn't tell him where I was going or when I'd be back. I gave it some thought. Oh well. He'll just have to deal with the no note thing. I took one step and felt the air around me shift, tighten in a way. A Portal was forming.