Nephilim Love

Chapter 4

Clary

I woke up from another dream about Jace. It was the same dream as I had on previous nights and I have decided to draw him. I know that there must have been some connection between Jace and me. My dreams are getting so vivid that I wake up with the feel of his touch on my skin and the taste of him on my lips. Oh, Jace. I wish I could meet you in real life, or have I met you before? What was I to you? Something deep in me tells me that you are my baby's father. It cannot be because how could I forget you or the fact that we made love? This is getting so hard as the days go by. I showered and changed so I can go to school. It was a bad day because I could not concentrate thinking of Jace. The day ended and I could not wait to back to the dorm.

Hey, Clary. What is wrong with you today? You have not been concentrating in class. You know you can talk to me if you need to."

"Can we really talk? I need to talk to someone about what is happening to me. Could we talk at the dorm?"

"Of course we can. Let us go to my dorm and talk."

We went to Holly's dorm and sat on her bed. She waited patiently while I got my thoughts together.

"Several months ago, I found myself in front of an abandoned church in a formal dress, no jacket, and crying. I had no idea how I got there or why I was crying. My chest felt like I had a great loss. I walked to my loft and found that my room burned down, so I went to the second bedroom and I found some clothes that did not belong to me but I got a set of pajamas, showered and went to sleep. The next morning I woke up to a bag holding clothes that seem to belong to me and an envelope with a large sum of money. I do not remember any of the last two years. I got sick and thought that I had the flu so I went to the doctor. I found out that I am six weeks pregnant and I do not know who the father is."

"Oh my God, Clary, this is terrible."

I held my hand up to stop Holly from talking anymore.

"There is more. I have been having these dreams even though I think that they are memories. I have been dreaming about a boy with golden hair and two-color eyes. One blue and the other brown with blue around it. He is tall, muscled, and gorgeous with these tattoos all over his body. Not bad boy tattoos but they look special. His smile is that of an angel. Last night I dreamt about him. I was in his arms and he was kissing me. His name is Jace. When I woke up, I could still feel his touch and have his taste on my lips. I think that he is my baby's father."

"I do not know what to say. If it seems that real then it must have happened. Do you remember how you lost your memory?"

"No, I do not. I do not know where to start, but I will be looking for him. He feels real, Holly."

"I hope that you will find him. Just try to remember where you have been and maybe you will find him."

"I will find him if this is the last thing I will do. I will find my Jace."

"Hey, Clary, are you going to the coffee shop?" Holly asked me.

"Yes, I am. The coffee shop feels so familiar to me and I am always hoping for something to spark a memory. Want to come with me?"

"Sure, it will be fun. We can sit a talk to me some more."

We walked towards the coffee shop talking about class and making small talk. I was not looking where I was going and I ran into something hard. When I looked to see who I bumped into to apologize, I realized that it was him, the boy named Jace from my dreams.  For some reason, I could not catch my breath because all these scenes of him kissing me were flooding my head. It felt like I was ready to pass out and just when I was sliding off my feet, these strong arms held me steady. Those strong hands were familiar and so was the touch.