Ok, so I know in fact that this is very short.
No worries, i promise the next chapter will be mutch, mutch longer.
I hope you read and enjoy the upcoming chapters; i am expecting them to be published weekly.
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Ariel.

PS. I do not own anything except the random characters and events.
This story belongs to Cassandra Clare.

THE DISTANCE
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Chapter 1
Sorry

Elena was hand in hand with Samson, watching the stars.

"You must believe it. Clary didn't just disappear." He was saying. She sighed, and saw that the biggest of stars was twinkling.
"I never said she disappeared. I said I didn't believe she was up-" Elena pointed her finger towards the stars. "There."

The next words she said cut her heart like broken glass. "She's dead, Sam. Clary's dead. We can't go on wishing it isn't true, because, well; it is. nothing we say or think will ever change that." She felt wetness pool in her eyes; praying that he couldn't see them. Quickly pulling a hand up to wipe them away, she saw tears shining in his eyes, too.

"Oh, Sam!" Elena threw herself on him, hugging him so tightly it hurt her arms. "I'm so sorry!"
He sighed. "For what? Telling the truth? It's ok, Lain, so lets just change the subject… kay?"

"Kay." she drew back, letting herself breath.

"Sorry."

"What?"

"Sorry."

"Sam!"

Now the tears were rushing, leaving trails of wetness down Elena's face. Samson reached over; pulling her hard against him, for the second time that night. Then the memory hit.

The sun was beautiful, and the ways Clary was sitting, it turned her red hair a glowing gold.
The sun was lowering, nearing the ground with every passing minute.

"I've got one!" Clary's voice was loud and a tone higher than usual, overcast by delight.

"Let me here it." Elena found herself tear free now, but was to lost in the memory to care.

Clary eyes grew hazy, but when she spoke her voice was soft and passionate.

"Thy roses, how they bloomed; so sweet and merry.
Thy wind drew strong, frigid breaths,
across the yards of thy roses.
thy roses lose color, for they cannot get warm,
when thy frigid wind howls,
with thy newly found souls."

Smiling, Elena wondered how such poems were thought of.
Clary interrupted her thoughts however, with a slowly let out breath.

"Did you like it?"

Jace pulled Clary up, off the couch, easily lifting her slight body in his arms.

Even though she was asleep he couldn't stop himself from marveling at how beautiful she was. Her wavy red hair- that so complemented her fiery personality- was flowing over Jace's arm, bringing with it the pricks and tingles he got whenever he touched her.

I shouldn't be feeling this way. She's my sister for God's sake. Isn't anything ever just?

He answered his own thought easily.

No, nothing was ever just; nor was anything ever fair, or ok, or right. Ha. it's only that way 'cause I'M left handed. Ughh. Jace was disgusted, that was one of his worst jokes ever. He knew that he was being ridicioulous, but sarcasm was his thing.
He reached the door- his door- and slowly opened it, not wanting to wake Clary.

When the door was fully opened, he struted in, carrying Clary carefully, though only using one hand.
He was in the mood to show off, if to no one in particular.

Carefully, Jace set Clary on the bed.

Then he walked out just as silently as he had entered.