What did the angels think when they put his and her shattered crumbles of heart together? Little did they knew, the power of fate and love...
"Clary Lightwood, little do you know how much I love you, how much I cared from the beginning. Maybe fate h...
"Little do you know, I'm still haunted by the memories..."
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So hello, this is your writer again, blabbering some gibberish things before you started. So this is chapter 2! I am in my midterm exams right now, and am trying my best to keep this story updated as it was so amazing. Another heartbreaking chapter but I promise, things will lighten up soon and hearts will be mended. Love will be found.
You can cry if you want. I'm here if you want someone to sooth your pain (oh lol, I have just realized that I'm the one who caused you pain at first hand :)) Sorry )
Chapter 2 - a little bit short - don't worry, chapter 3 will be twice as long!
But she was never going to admit that out loud. What's the point of doing so anyway. So that words would have the chance to spread and they would eventually come to HIM? So that he would laugh on her face.
No. That would not happen.
Clary cast a glimpse at Alec, still standing there at the doorframe. He was thinner than usual, as if she had really cared what did he usually look like, and there were eye bags under his tired eyes. Those midnight eyes would look better without them.
He was really tired and down, and wasn't trying really hard to hide that. And no one thinks he is weak and pathetic.
She was really tired and down, and she was doing exactly what he did not - concealing
Maybe everyone thought that she was pathetic.
Isabelle, Simon. Him. His new girlfriend
Did they, did Alec? He was examining her with sad eyes. He did pity her.
- "Please, just leave."
Clary sighed softly.
- "What's the matter, you won't sleep anyway. So I'm not exactly bothering you."
