This is a Jace-centric story about love. I know a lot of you guys have been wondering why I write so much Jace-centric and barely any Clary-centric. I think it's because I feel like his brain is more complex than hers is. Is that mean? Eh... I don't own! If you want the full experience of this story, listen to comptine d'un autre ete, l'apres-midi by Yann Tiersen
Some psychiatrists say that it is in fact possible to die of a broken heart. But he knew – he knew - that that wasn't possible in the slightest.
If it was true, he would have died a long time ago.
When love tears you down the way that it does, it hurts more and more each time. It doesn't stop hurting. It's just there.
It just is.
Love makes you a liar.
Love makes you weak.
Love makes you stupid.
When people say that they fall in love, he knows they are lying. You don't fall in love. You are in love. You just are. It isn't a fall… it's a climb.
It's a thousand things that happen so fast that you can't comprehend what it is until it has already happened.
You can't stop it.
You can't fight it.
You just are.
When people say that they have fallen out of love, that's a lie too.
You don't just stop loving someone. Either you love them, or you never did to begin with. People think desire and passion is love. But it's not.
It isn't.
It won't be.
It could never be.
And what always made him the most angry was forbidden love. How could love be forbidden? You can't control who you love or the way that you love. Love is there for a reason. If you truly loved the person, you would never let go. You would hold onto them until the very end.
You just would.
Or, what about loving someone and letting them go? That's ridiculous! If you loved them, why would you let them go? Why would you let them walk away from you? Why would you let them love someone else?
But the moment that he met her, he knew.
Love is instantaneous.
Love is preposterous.
Love is dangerous.
Love is passionate.
Love is torture.
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