The Mortal Instruments: The Psychotic Siblings

Extra - Wish alternate ending

Alright. What the hell is this?
Well this is my chapter Wish. But this is if she had picked Jace.
I had written both chapters to then decide which person she chose. This does not affect the storyline at all because this never happened, just didn't want to waste it so I'll let you guys read it. Tell me which one you think is better.
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Clarissa took a deep breath before she called out the name. She loved him, what more of a reason would she need?
"Jace." She said and looked at the Angel. His expression didn't change. She had no idea whether Raziel thought her request was a good or a bad one, or whether-she thought with a sudden burst of panic-he intended to grant it at all.
Close your eyes, Clarissa Morgenstern, the Angel said.
Clarissa shut her eyes after staking one more look at Jace. You didn't say no to an Angel, no matter what it had in mind. Her heart pounded into her ribs as she floated in darkness behind her eyelids. Jace's face appeared against the blank screen of her eyelids. A picture started to form, her dream. As she ran to him. It was like a picture had been taken of his face. She cousin see the scar at his temple, the uneven curl at the corner of his mouth, the silver lines of runes-all the marks and flaws and imperfections that made up the person she loved most in the world.
Jace. She loved him. She loved Jace.
A bright light hit her vision and she fell back against the sand, wondering if she was going to pass out; or maybe she was dying-but she didn't want to die, not now that's he could see Jace's face so clearly in front of her. She could almost him ear his voice too.
"Clarissa" Jace said "Open your eyes"
And she did.
She was lying on the sand in her torn, wet and bloodied clothes. That was the same. What was not the same was that the Angel was gone , and with him, the blinding a white light that ha slit the darkness to day, the light that had burnt her. She was gazing at the night sky, white stars like mirrors shining in the blackness, and leaning over her, the light in his eyes more brilliant than any of the stars, was Jace.
Her eyes drank him in, every part of him, from his tangled hair to his bloodstained, grimy face to his eye shining through a layer of dirt; from the bruises visible through his torn sleeves to the gaping, blood soaked tear down the front of his shirt, through which his bare skin showed-and there was no mark, no gash, to indicate where the Sword had gone in. She could see his pulse beating in his throat, and almost threw her arms around him at the sight because it meant his heart was beating and that meant-
"You're alive" she whispered. "Really alive"
With a slow wonderment he reached to touch her face. "I was in the dark" he said softly. "There was nothing there but shadows, and I was a shadow, and I knew I was dead, and that it was over, all of it. And then I heard your voice. I heard you say my name, and it brought me back"
"Not me" Clarissa's throat tightened. "The Angel brought you back"
"Because you asked him too" silently he traced the outline of her face with his fingers, as if reassuring himself she was real. "You could have ha snatching else in the world, and you asked for me."
She smiled up at him. Filthy as he was, covered in blood and dirt, he was the most beautiful thing she' ever seen. "But I don't want anything else in the world"
At that, the light in his eyes, already bright, went to such a blaze that she could hardly bear to look at him. She thought of the Angel, and how he had burned like a thousand torches, and that Jace had in him some of that same incandescent blood, and how that burning shone grouch him now, through his eyes, like light Brough cracks in doors.
I love you, Clarissa wanted to say. And, I would do it again. I would always ask for you. But those weren't the words she said. Instead she smiled at him and very softly whispered.
"I'm that girl - your angel - who visited you"
Through the blood and grime Jace grinned and said, "I know"