Looking After You

The White Room

Okay. So I am completly new to Wattpad. I have only read about four stories. I have decided though that while I work on my own piece of writing to post a Fanfiction that I completed. This fanfiction I compelted can also be found on my fanfiction.net profile. :) Hope you guys enjoy.

Dissclaimer: All Characters in this story belong to Cassandra Clare

Chapter 1 - The White Room 

My death was peaceful, surrounded by my two most favorite people in the world, my parabatai and my wife. I don't remember passing away, only falling asleep in my bed, and awaking in a white room. In the white room there was a silver door that was always locked. I have spent millions of hours trying to open the door, to see what was on the other side. The door never budged. I looked at myself, I had the same looks as when I was seventeen. I have messy black hair that falls into my dark blue eyes. I stayed in this white room for what felt like thousands of year, never seeing anyone coming or going. Just me and my thoughts in this room. 

My thoughts mostly consisted of my wife and my parabatai. I longed to be with Tessa and Jem. I could feel my face flush with tears when I would think of them, my children, and my friends. I lived a fulfilled life. Then it hit me. I know why i'm still here, in this room. There was one thing I didn't do in my life. That was to find a cure for Jem's illness and to do that I enlisted the help of warlock, Magnus Bane. Then I began to wonder if Magnus continued to look for a cure after my death. I remember sitting beside Jem's bed, while he was dying and him forbidding me to search for a cure. Even with him knowing I wouldn't listen, I always looked for a cure. I wanted him to live because he deserved it, he didn't deserve to die because of a demon. 

I walked the white room to the door and tried turning the knob, when the door opened and a rush of cool air flowed out. Sunshine, grass, trees, flowers, and the smell of fresh, clean air, not the murky air of London. I stumbled out with my arm over my eyes to shield the sun. In the center of the green pasture was a large, elegant looking tree. I stood at the bottom and looked up at the top past the branches. I don't know exactly what, but something told me to climb up the tree, so I climbed. The higher I got on this tree, the darker the atmosphere appeared to look, but when I looked down it was still sunny and bright. I got to the top branch and sat, and looked off.  

It was the most amazing thing I could imagine. I could see cities and people. This was London, so close, but I couldn't walk there, and I couldn't reach out to it. I watched London for an hour, noticing what has changed. Instead of horse and carriages there were these metal structures with no horses. The women didn't wear the large elegant dresses, they wore blue mens trousers, some wore shorts, showing off their legs. What has gotten into the women, why were they wearing men's clothes? 

Then I saw her. 

Tessa, my Tess. Her long brown hair dangling to her waist, still as beautiful as I remember. She was wearing a long dress, not as elaborate as what she used to wear, but simple and blue with a bow on the waistband. Tessa was so stunning I stared at her for the longest time.  

"Tessa!!! Tessa!!"  

I yelled as loud as I could possibly yell. I knew she couldn't hear me, see me, or even sense I'm watching her, but I still called her name.  

I longed to put my arms around her, to smell her lavender scented clothes, to touch her fragile skin and to kiss her soft lips. Seeing her walk in the direction away from me made my heart jump. I stood and jumped off the branch, falling and falling down to the new London, air rushing past me as my vision went white and the world crumbled away.