...Forever (COMPLETED)

Why?

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING
JACE POV
     I sit down on the chair of my hotel in shock. I can't believe I saw her today. I thought we weren't meant to be.
      The second I read my acceptance letter to Wharton, I knew that I made a mistake, that I should've listened to the angel dream I had when Sebastian almost killed me. I shouldn't have accepted Clary's confession. By this time she would have healed...and maybe, so would I. I never wanted to leave her. I've hated myself every day for doing what I did, Driving away, leaving her in that parking lot fully knowing that she was standing there crying because of what I had done, it was the hardest thing I ever had to do. But I did it....and now she despises me. But I know I did the right thing....I changed so many people's views thanks to the movies I wanted to create. After I graduated Wharton, my dad gave me Herondale production, and when I got a hold of it, I authorized a story made of those kids that were being ripped away from their parents. It was a heartbreaking movie that touched everyone's heart and eventually drove the government to start making slow changes. People are still protesting. Now I'm here, President Donald Trump wanted to speak to me since last year when people started to protest, he's been wanting me to meet him. So now i finally am so he can stop requesting to meet with me. I met with him today, he basically asked me to make a movie of him and how 'hard his life is' just to make people stop protesting. He even tried to bribe me. I turned him down. I'm supposed to leave for California tomorrow. But I can't...not when I know that Clary's here.

CLARY POV
      I wake up to my bed moving. I start to stir and open my eyes to the blinding light coming from the huge window in my room. My bed had a black rectangular headboard with a big black drawer under it. The floor was marble and the door was dark oak. I had a make up stand across my bed that was also dark oak. The bathroom was to my left with the same style as my room. As my eyes adjust to the light i see Naitee crawl into my bed. She's never done this before. Naitee then puts her head in front of mine. I herd her light breathing hit my face lightly. Naitee has only said a few words to me, she's only said one word to me. 'Why?' She asked that when I told her I was adopting her. I told her it was because I loved her. Naitee smiled at me softly. "Momma, why don't I have a daddy?" Naitee asks shocking me. My breath catches.
"Uhmmmm...well...." I stare at her.
"Momma...It's ok..." she whispers.
"I just don't know someone who could be your daddy," I say as I gently pet her onyx hair. Lies Clarissa....Lies...