(A/N): Hey guys! So lately I've been obsessed over the song Whiskey Lullaby by Brad Paisley, and I thought I'd do a little Clace songfic about it. Beware! This is very depressing. I cried while I was writing it :P

So if you do read it, let me know what you think! I've written a part two about Clary for the second half of the song, but I'm not going to release it unless you guys like this part.

So if you like what you see here, review and I'll put out the second part!

She put him out

Like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette

She broke his heart,

He spent his whole life tryin' to forget

We watched him drink his pain away

A little at a time

But he never could get drunk enough

To get her off his mind

Until the night

Jace sat on his battered couch, holding his head in his hands. Beside him was a photograph of himself and Clary under a tree. The picture was resting alongside an empty bottle of whiskey. There were several others like it scattered around the living room, one occasionally spilling out its minimal contents onto the rug to leave a pale brown stain. The golden haired boy's hands were shaking against his face. The skin of his cheeks was stained with tears. The boy never cried again… It was the first time he had really felt broken since that moment in his childhood. There were few things he truly loved in the world, and he had lost all of them. His heart burned at the thought of Clary, sitting at the kitchen table with nothing in her hand but a pen and paper. He had asked her what she was writing, but she had never given him a reply. When he had gotten back from visiting the empty Institute, he found her note on the table, telling him that she didn't love him anymore and that things would be better if he let her go. Feeling a surge of pain rising up in his chest, Jace reached for another bottle and pressed it to his lips. The strong liquid sloshed down his throat, dulling the pain only enough to stop himself from crumpling into a ball on the floor. He stood up from the couch and slowly made his way to the stairs. He needed to lie down. Staggering from step to step, Jace blankly stared at the shattered pictures on the wall. There were several shots of himself and Clary, nestled up against each other, sharing affection that had never really existed. At least for her. It killed him inside to think that every time she had told him she loved him had been a lie. Every kiss between them had meant nothing to her yet so much to him. Reaching the top of the stairs, Jace rubbed his amber eyes groggily, deciding where to go next. He didn't really have anywhere to be now, did he? Another wave of sadness rushed over him, and he brought the pottle back to his mouth to take another drink. His head pounded in protest, but he ignored it. The pain was far less than the ache he felt in his heart. He had never felt so alone. He made his sloppy way into the bedroom and pulled open the drawer of his nightstand.

He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger

And finally drank away her memory

Life is short, but this time it was bigger

Than the strength he had to get up off his knees

He reached into the compartment and pulled out the small handgun. He figured whatever pain it caused him couldn't possibly be worse than what he felt right then. He set it down on the bed and retrieved a pen and paper. Scrawling letters in sloppy disoriented handwriting, Jace poured his heart out through the pen. Everything he felt was written on that tear stained page, letting everyone know what his last thoughts were. He set down the pen and pushed aside the note, letting it rest against the half empty bottle of alcohol. He then trudged over to the bed and pressed the gun to his temple. A last lonely tear spilled down his cheek before he pulled the trigger.

We found him with his face down in the pillow

With a note that said, 'I'll love her till I die.'

And when we buried him beneath the willow

The angels sang a whiskey lullaby

Alec rushed into the room behind his boyfriend, their hands still twined tightly together. Isabelle stood sobbing in the corner of the room along with Maryse. They were wrapped around each other in a clump of running mascara and tears. The only other people in the room were Alec's father Robert and a man he had never seen before, probably a member of the Clave. Ale was surprised that Clary wasn't here, but then again, they had broken up. Maybe it was better that she kept her distance for now. Alec continued on and pushed past both of the men to look down on the bed. Jace lay there, lifeless and pale. His golden curls were stained with crimson blood that ran down the side of the white mattress onto the hardwood floor. Alec was grateful that Jace's face was buried in the pillow; he didn't think he could take it to see his empty eyes staring up at him. Something deep inside of him snapped, and Alec turned to hide himself in Magnus's shoulder. The warlock calmly rested his hand on Alec's back and stroked him while he sobbed. Jace had been Alec's parabatai since they were fourteen. They were best friends, partners in war. Now Jace was gone, and Alec felt as if a part of him had been ripped away and shattered, like the cables that held him to the earth had been torn apart, and now he was drifting off into space only to be held down by the threads that were Magnus and Isabelle. A second hand touched his back, and Alec spun around to see the Clave member holding a sheet of wet paper.

"Would you like to read his note?"

Alec nodded hesitantly. Maybe he would feel less pain if he understood why Jace had killed himself. The words stung as they passed through his thoughts. Jace had ended his own life for something. The blue eyed boy snatched up the letter and retreated to the chair in the corner. Magnus stayed in place sensing that Alec wanted to read alone. Settling into the cushions, Alec began to decode Jace's messy writing.

I'm already dead inside. There's no point in going on now. I've lost everything. Whoever's reading this, try not to miss me. I did this for myself, and you should probably hate me. I don't blame you if you do. It just hurt so much. It was all a lie. No matter what she says about me, know that I never stopped thinking about her. She wanted me to get over her, but I'll love her 'till I die. This is the only way. Forget me, for your own sake.

-Jace

Five days later, Alec stood under the willow tree as Jace's coffin was lowered into the grave. Everyone was in tears, everyone except Clary. She just stood there, her expression as blank as it had been since she found out. It was as if she was incapable of processing what had happened. Maybe she was too broken to feel, or maybe she just didn't care. No matter what the reason, she didn't follow when the others left. She just sat under the tree with her hand on her heart, singing to the boy that would never hear her.

(A/N): Ok so there you go! Did you cry too? Review and let me know if you liked it!