Angel With A Shotgun

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"After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure". ~J.K. Rowling

"What a Slut time is. She Screws everybody" - John Green, The Fault in Our Stars.

"You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful" - John Green, The Fault in Our Stars.

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It was the day of the funeral. Jace lie in his bed, all curled up in a ball. His eyes were open and he had bags underneath them. Ever since his love was taken from him three days ago, he hasn't slept. He has only gotten out of bed to use the restroom, to bring food to his room to eat, and to work out, which was so little time since he would normally beat himself up within the first fifteen minutes. When Simon, Isabelle, and Alec had gotten back to Jace and Clary, they saw a broken man, who never cried, having a meltdown with his dead love in his hands. Isabelle, Simon and Alec all looked down at their beloved friends body in her fionce's arms. All three of them muttered a teary "Ate Atque Vale" before trying to comfort Jace. Nobody had been the same since. Especially Jace. Talking was very limited in the Institute. The couples would confront each other and they would comfort others but no one dared to talk to Jace. Alec would get to his door before he realized he would get no where and turned around. It was hard to tell Clary's death to her mother and stepfather. Maryse decided to take on that task since Simon was in a pit of emotional despair and Jace was emotionally unstable. That left two mothers and a stepfather all crying together. Jace truly was emotionally unstable. After the three found Jace, Alec had to wake Magnus, and they tried to talk to Jace. He ignored their pleas and tearful remorses and kissed Clary once last time before setting her on the bed, his hands shaking. He brushed past the others rudely, before running to his room and slamming the door, locking it with a rune for good measure. He knelt to the ground and held his hands to his chest, trying to cease a pain which was the worse he had ever felt, and cried out. He held his head in his hands and let himself cry for hours. He then stood up and took one of the two lamps in his room and threw it at the wall, watching it shatter and fall to the ground with a loud thump. The sound, of course, concerned everyone but no one did anything about it. That's how they were with Jace recently, concerned, but give him space.

Now, Jace was holding Clary's pillow, inhaling her remaining scent on her pillow. He's been doing this ever since to calm down. Its a comforting device, really. During this time, he would lie on their bed, thinking of what their wedding would have been like.

He pictured going outdoors, knowing Clary, and having a beautiful wedding on a nice day in the spring, in Idris. He saw the beautiful flowers of Clary sage, english lavender, and baby's breath stationed naturally down the aisle. They were under a white, metal, curvy, garden arbor which was adorned with many different colors and types of flowers and vines. A willow tree served as a background, just like the greenhouse. He pictured himself in a nice, golden suit, standing at the front of the aisle with a big nervous grin on his face. He pictured Alec, his best man, standing next to him in a less golden suit. He imagined how Clary would come down the aisle with a beautiful golden dress which fits her quite nicely and shows off her curves quite well. He saw her with her beautiful red hair, curled into ringlets, cascading down her back. A stunning, diamond tiara sat on the top of her head with a golden veil falling down behind the tiara, blowing peacefully in the wind. He imagined her in golden heels, forced on by Isabelle, her maid of honor. An elegant flower corsage made of baby's breath and beautiful red roses tied together and is looped with a silver band. He would smile at her and take her hands as she appeared next to him and whisper how beautiful she was in her ear, causing her to smile and blush. Then the ceremony would go on and he wouldn't be paying that much attention to Magnus, the glittery minister, since his main focus was on his beautiful bride. He could see himself looking deep into her eyes for the whole ceremony, getting lost into her sea of green eyes. He could imagine how he would say his vows, softly and just for her ears to hear. He would tell their story and would pronounce his acclamation of love to her. Clary would smile back to him, with tears in her eyes, falling softly down her cheek. He would wipe her tears away with his fingers and kiss her forehead lovingly. He could see her giving him a loving look as she recited her vows, which were meager compared to his, but it still meant the world to him. He would think that he would be crying by the end and she would wipe his tears away like he did to her. Jace could then almost feel the happiness radiating off of them as they said their "I do's." He could finally see Magnus smiling at them and telling him to kiss the bride, and Jace doing so in the most dramatically romantic way possible. He would smile as he leaned in and kissed her holding her to him and relishing her tiny touches of her fingers on him. He would then lean forwards, causing her to hold onto him tightly as she bent back, lifting her leg slightly as she went. A loud applause would erupt from the crowd as they kissed and broke apart. They would smile widely as they held hands and run down the aisle, laughing. Then, as they reached the end of the aisle, he would stop and pick her up in his arms and kiss her again before they would run to their "get away" golf cart and drive a few minutes to their reception location. It was outdoors and there were fairy lights hanging in the trees, stretching over the makeshift "dance floor," which didn't look so bad after all. The floor looked similar to tiles, but they had gold designs etched into the blue surface of the "tiles." They would be dancing under the stars. He imagined having a canopy in the distance, which would have their many layer cake and seats and tables for all their guests for food and "cocktail" hour. Well, for Jace that is, he being 21 and Clary being 20. The whole reception, Jace would be holding her hand and kissing it several times, reminding her of his never ending love and happiness. They would cut the cake together and then he could picture Clary getting the cake all over his face and somewhat into his hair, while he gets it only on her face to not mess up her hair. Mostly, so Isabelle wouldn't kill him. They would have their first dance under the stars and fairy lights. He would hold her close and kiss her head and they would talk and enjoy in the love radiating off one another. Hours later, they would leave and head to the Herondale manor, where they would have lots of "fun."