Well, this is my first fanfic for Mortal Instruments. I may leave it as a oneshot, but i'd like to know what people think of this first chapter before i decide...so...here it is!
Disclaimer: I don't own these books :-(
How many times would she have to watch him leave her behind? He was always hiding, keeping the wall between them which prevented her from seeing the slightest glimmer of emotion. It's what made it so hard to see him for who he really was; other than the seemingly emotionless, vindictive teenage boy.
He liked to hide behind sarcasm and jokes; she noticed that from the very beginning. He used his wit to disguise any true feelings which could potentially burst to the surface and reveal the fact that he really was justhuman.
But nobody can hide what they feel forever, because those emotions will come out eventually - either in actions or in words. She always had him pinned down as the type to strike out at these times: maybe with physical hurt or emotional hurt. He seemed the type to want everybody else to feel that pain too, so he wouldn't feel singled out in his hurt.
Although, she had been wrong about him so far.
When she walked away, he didn't chase after her like she thought he might; he stayed behind. When she screamed at him, he wouldn't scream back; he would grin. When she was gone, he wouldn't try to find her; he would go on as normal, without her.
He didn't show people that he cared, that would make it too easy for them to be taken away. He didn't want to deal with the grief; the pain of losing someone, so he didn't let himself get too close. Not with anyone else, except for those he already knew could care for themselves. His family, they'd seen the other side of him - although, they were used to the guarded part…everyone was.
She knew there would only ever be a select few times in which she could see the true side of him. The side without spite or cruelty. But they were accidental slips which would only present themselves for a few minutes - seconds, even - before retreating back behind the mental steel wall. But she would always savour those moments.
Moments in which he knew love.
"You're looking insightful," Jace noted, raising a mocking eyebrow. "Where's the Clary I know?"
Clary glanced up from the table, which her eyes had been trained on for the last fifteen minutes. Jace was sat across from her, smirking superiorly.
As usual, Clary noted.
She shrugged and gazed towards the clock, taking a few seconds to actually register the time in her mind. 11:36pm. "I'm going to bed," she told him distractedly, moving to her feet without looking at him.
"Past your bedtime?" Jace sighed teasingly, tapping his fingers along the wooden tabletop and grinning.
Clary ignored him and moved towards the door.
It was another few minutes she would note down in her mind that he had cut himself off. He would never let himself say something kind - Not that she'd expected him to kiss her goodnight! But a simple smile would be enough. Not a smirk, or a scowl, or a jibe.
But she knew he wouldn't change.
Clary also ignored his amused chuckle as she left.
Whoop! That was fun to write, despite the angst.
So please review and let me know what you all thought and if I should write any more chapters :-)
Soffie
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