Disclaimer: I wish I had written The Mortal Instruments; but I didn't.


Home is where the Heart is

Jace walked slowly back towards the institute, the small boxes of food cradled in his arms. His throat burned and his eyes stung with unshed tears. He could still see Clary's face after he told her he'd just be her brother from now on. He'd thought that was what she wanted. He'd thought about it long and hard before hand, and he decided that if that was what would make her happy. Then he would at least try.

"That's what you want, isn't it?" He'd asked her.

She hadn't answered for a long time. Hope sprang in his chest as he stared at her; willing her to say No.No, that's not what I want, Jace. I want you and I don't care about anyone else.

But instead she said "Yes; that's what I wanted." And Jace felt his heart rip in two. They sat in silence for the rest of the time; there was nothing else to say. He had expected Clary to be happy not miserable, she looked as if she were about to burst into tears. He had wanted to reach out to her, pull her against his chest and tell her everything would be alright.

I Love you, Clary. The thought echoed uselessly around his head. And I thought, maybe you loved me too.

His heart gave another terrible pang, how many pieces could your heart rip into?

The tall spires of the institute loomed over him threateningly. It used to feel like home; it didn't anymore.

Home is where the heart is. His heart wasn't here anymore.

Clary had taken it with her.


Really short I know. This was a very brief idea that came to me after reading City of Ashes and I really think it could be improved; so please read and review and give me some ideas on how to improve this. Thankyou!