Credits to Cassandra Clare.
Clary and Jace's pov of Clary walking in on Jace and Aline in City of Glass
Clary's POV
I swung the door open,wincing as it slammed into the wall. It must have it something. Something must have fallen onto the floor, and shattered into a million pieces.
Maybe it was my heart. Maybe it was the feeling in my chest when ever I would feel his eyes on me- watching me. Maybe it was the burning excitement in my stomach from the thought of seeing him again as I knocked on the Penhallows door - as I ran up the steps two at a time.
But it was all in vain. It was all a lie - a trick of the mind.
She was a girl i had never seen before. She was pretty. Prettier than me- with long dark hair that sat silky on her exposed back and long, dark legs resting beside his . His hands were on her arms and hands and elbows, pulling her forward-closer to him.
And then he looked up.
His eyes weren't as bright as I remembered. His skin was slightly paler and there were dark shadows under his eyes. But he was still golden. Still the golden boy with honey colored eyes and honey colored hair. Still the boy that girls would fight for his stupid smirks and sly winks.
Still the boy that I could never have.
Jace's POV
The door swung open loudly. Too loud almost, as if it was beckoning us to look at the interrupter.
It was a mistake. I should have ignored it because maybe she would have dissapeared. Maybe she would have just been another figment of my imagination. Another taunting day-dream of what could never be mine.
But she was real, so real. Her hair glowed from the sunshine peaking through the open window and the contrast of her newly-tanned skin. Her freckles sat perfectly on the edge of her nose, curving towards her cheekbone. Her eyes sparkled vigorously-green and blue and brown. I wanted touch her cheek-to feel her hair in my hands and on my arms and my neck. I wanted to laugh with her the way she does with Simon or Izzy. The way she used to do with me. I wanted to breathe her scent of hazelnut and old books- to pull her close to me, to hold her in my arms and feel her beating heart, screaming "I'm alive!"
I wanted to be alive with her.
There was a girl in my arms. A girl I was desperately trying to find Clary in. I was searching for those loose, auburn, curls as I stroked Aline's hair -looking for little, red, freckles as I kissed Aline's face. Desperately imagining that the hands on my arms and neck and chest were the hands of someone else. The ones of the girl I could never have.