Crash

I'm so sorry guys! This makes me cry just thinking about what I jave planned. Try not to cry too hard.

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"Clary, I told you!" Jace hollered into the phone, "I swear I didn't do anything that night! That girl was just a girl I hung out with once, before I even met you! I would have rembered her more if we had actually done anything." He sighed exasperatedly.

"Fine then, what was her name?" She asked, a nasty bite accompanying the words.

"Madison Keysoner."

Clary let out a little gasp and Jace could almost feel the sobs racking her body. It was then that he realised what he had just done.

"No, no Clary please, baby I love you and I would never do something like that! Please come home and we can talk about this."

"Jace Herondale I never want to see you again, I never want our child to know you!" She screamed.

"Fine," he snapped, "wait! What was that? 'Our child' Clary what does that mean?"

"Jace it means you got another girl you don't give a shit about pregn-" She was cut off by a loud crash. Before the connection died Jace heard Clary scream.

"Oh my God! No no no no no no no no no no!" Jace yelled at the phone, "this is not happening!" He screamed and pulled his combat boots and leather jacket on. He grabbed the keys to his car and sped out of the drive way.

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Jace parked his car and ran through all the cars that were being held up by the wreck he was sure occured not 5 minutes ago. Surely, he thought, Clary was just an innocent bystander who was caught wayching the wreck.

He arrived at what was probably the wreck site. The flashing lights of the police, and the crash investigators tipped him off. He ran to the nearest officer. "Excuse me, is there a Clary Herondale near?"

"Ya," he mumbled gruffly, "her car was totalled by a man running the red."

"Oh my God!" He could feel his knees begin to quake.

"Is she alright, please tell me she's fine."

"That is imformation only to be told to the victims family."

"I'm her husband, I'm the father to the child she was carrying!"

"Jace," he heard a familiar voice say, "Jace, Jocelyn he's here." It was Luke.

"Luke what happened? Is she alright."

Luke looked at Jace with sorrow and pity. Before he himself knew it, Jace had collapsed to the ground, crying like a baby. Luke was next to him crying and not long after they were joined by Jocelyn.

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"We are gathered here, today, to celebrate the life of Clarissa "Clary" Fray to Fairchild to Morgenstern to Herondale." The crowd gave a weak laugh but Jace only cried harder. His beautiful, tough, feisty redhead had died on impact, the child she had been carying, only two months in had died as well.

Jace didn't even get to know the gender, or if he would make a good father. He would never get to celebrate his 1 year wedding anniversary with Clary. Nor would he get to celebrate her 25 birthday with her. She was so young. 23 years was not old enough. As if listening to his thoughts, Magnus Bane, said just that. "I would now like to invite Clary's husband up to say a few words."

Jace picked himself up and walked up to the front slowly, not wanting to see the coffin. It was a closed coffin ceremony because of the injuries sustained.

He felt tears roll down his cheek as he began. "Clary," his voice cracked.

He started over. "Clary, my love. I feel awful. Why did you leave? I didn't even get to tell you I loved you. Your last words and thoughts were of hate. Hate for me," his voice cracked again as a sob wracked his body, " I had made you feel worthless. I swear on my life, actually to hell with that, I swear on us, that I never cheated. I swear on us because there's nothing I believed in more. Clary 23 is too young. You shouldn't have had to go, and neither should the child we created," there was a collective gasp, "I promise, I hold nothing against you for hating me. But please please always know, I love you so much more than life itself. I will see you soon. Ave atque vale. I love you Clarissa Herondale." Another sob wracked his body, and then another, and another. He finally gave into the grief and crumpled to the ground sobbing and screaming.

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Ave atque vale.

The words had bounced around his head during the rest of her funeral.

Later that evening he had gone home and plugged his earbuds in. He was listening to Coldplay's The Scientist on a repeating loop.

He walked into the kitchem where a knife, glistening in the rain illuminated by the moon, lay.

He picked the knife up and sighed. He could escape this whole life. He could escape all of his grief. He could see Clary again. But is that what Clary would have wanted?

No. The obvious answer was no. But that was so hard. How could Jace live without the one woman that truely made him feel alive.

Jace set the knife down.

He couldn't live without Clary, but he could atleast stay alive. He would let death claim him naturally.

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64 years later

Jace was a spry 88 year old. He was not married and he had no kids. But that was why he devoted all his time to his nieces and nephews and their children. The eldest of Simon and Izzy's kids was 27 and had her own children. Simon and Izzy had named their eldest Clarissa, so naturally she was Jace's favorite niece. Hee children becoming his favorite great-nieces and great-nephews.

Now was an excelent time to be looking back on these things because  he was curently struggling for breath in the hospital near his house in downtown Manhattan. 

Jace had done it. He had lived his life the greatest extent possible without Clary by his side. He had let death come naturally and now, here he was, waiting to join Clary.

Sure, there were several times he had wanted to end it all, and several times he almost had. But he had promised himself, and Clary, that he wouldn't ao he didn't.  And here he was dying happy, and naturally knowing he would see Clary soon.
One last breath.

He drew a shaky breath and let go of his grasp on life.

Knowing his feisty, redhead was waiting on the other side. ♥
Hey guys! I'm sorry if it sucked, if it ripped your heart out, or if you will never read my stories again because I just destroyed your hopes and dream. ;)
Stay demonic (and alive) ~ Isabella♡