Jem's Clockwork Angel

Jem Carstairs had his fathers old Guarnerni violin propped up against his shoulder and as he softly swept the bow across the strings, he created a soft, mellow sound like sugary sweet honey. Despite this, he could still feel the pain inside him, slowly tearing away at his insides as a vicious animal would its prey. Jem found that he felt the most clarity and solace when he made music with his violin and when he imagined playing out his sorrows and pain as he continued his song.

A rapt knock at the door abruptly startled him out of his reverie, although he did not stop playing knowing fine well it was Will, for no one else ever disturbed him from his music. But when he heard soft, almost silent footsteps he knew immediately that it could not be Will, for he would never tread so lightly. So sure enough when Jem turned around to confront the intruder, he saw that the person at the door was very much not William, but a beautiful young lady.

He knew nothing of what to say or what to do, for as he gazed upon the now rather embarrassed yet alluring figure at the door, he could not help but to be utterly mesmerised by her beauty. Her luscious long, brown curly locks were like smooth, rich molten chocolate and her face, startled as it was, was flushed naturally by her embarrassment but Jem found it to be beautifully adorable.

However now it was he who was embarrassed because out of all of this beauty and silence he could not find the words or actions to express how he felt, the words had literally escaped him as he stood gawking at this alluringly mysterious girl and the only thing he could find the courage to say was 'you're not will'.

Idiot.

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Sooooo.... That was just a little chapter that I wrote in English class from Jem's P.O.V.

Hope you liked it!

(P.S the font used in my cover art is the actual font used on the mortal instrument book covers, it's called Pterra-Dactyl.)

Amy xx