Voices
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{CLACE} - In Progress "As a young girl I always heard voices. Well, one voice. Like a conscience with a sarcastic sense of humor and no filter what-so-ever. The self proclaimed 'hot-stuff' has always been there. As long as I can remember, Jace has been there, commenting every time I tripped, every time I faltered, and every time I did anything slightly embarrassing."
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(Sequel to Project Revenge) "You asked me to run away with you once, do you remember?" A conversation plays in my mind like a song. Slow and distant. "Yeah," he sighs wistfully "i remember." He looks at me up through his long, blonde lashes from where he's perched on edge of his mothers corner sofa like he shouldn't be looking at me at all. Like somehow he's sinning. "Do you ever wonder what our lives would be like if we'd actually gone through with it?" A question i had asked myself every single day for eight years. I watch it register across his face. "I did. It used to be all i thought about." He admits and rises from his seat to busy himself with straightening out the picture frames on the side table. His long, tan fingers lingering on some more than others. "What's changed?" His back tences as i ask and he turns to me attempting to straighten out his disheveled shirt and tie "Everythings changed Clary. I'm getting married in the morning." °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Time changes everything, even love. Clary Fray had convinced herself that, despite everything, she was over Jace Herondale. She no longer thought about his lazy smirk and care free attitude, his bright gold eyes that could put the sun to shame or even the way those eyes had looked at her once the way mankind gazed apon the night sky. Or so she thought until she recieved an invitation to his wedding and the years melted away.

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