It's finally here!

For the new readers: This is the sequel of Au Revoir, so if you haven't read that yet, I suggest you do (you can find it on my profile) before reading this. Thanks.

I'm really nervous because I don't want to disappoint you. (I really wish I won't. I really am scared.)

I really hope that you'll enjoy this chap and tell me what you think later. :)

Disclaimer: Cassandra Clare owns TMI.

Fais Voir

Chapter 1 – Guest

Clary

Of all the days when it could storm, why did it have to be on my wedding? We had prepared for this day for almost eight months and it still didn't end well. Half of the guests weren't able to come because of the weather condition.

Outside the church, it was raining really hard and the wind was blowing like crazy. The storm was at its worst, but it wouldn't stop us. The wedding was happening no matter what.

I ignored the roaring thunder and the flashes of lightning on the window and stared at myself at the mirror one last time. I was wearing a simple ivory lace gown with intricate bead designs. My ginger hair was in a romantic up do with a few stray curls here and there. I didn't have heavy makeup on because it made me feel uncomfortable. Besides, I knew I'd be crying so what was the point of having tons of coats of mascara and eyeliner when it would just smudge? I didn't want to end up looking like Corpse Bride.

I was distracted by the knocks on the car's door and the sound of it opening.

It was Emma, my college best friend and my maid of honor. She was wearing a sleeveless chiffon coral dress that reached past her knees and her blonde hair was in loose curls. She was glowing and more beautiful than ever. I knew it was because of love, it does you wonderful things.

She was smiling widely at me. "Clary, it's time— Oh my gosh, you look very beautiful! I'm sure he'll drop his jaw when he sees you," she said excitedly.

"Thanks. I'm really nervous, but excited. I feel like I'm going to trip while walking down the aisle, stutter while saying my vows or sob throughout the ceremony," I admitted.

"Stop thinking negative thoughts. This is going to be happiest and most memorable day of your life."

"I know, but don't you think that we're getting married too soon or that we're too young? God, I'm only twenty and he's just twenty-one. I'm still in college and he—"

"He has a high-paying job which allowed him to buy you two a house and pay for all the expenses of your wedding. You love him and he loves you, right?" she interjected.

"But—"

"Enough of your wedding jitters. Your Uncle Luke's been waiting outside for forever." She took my hand and practically dragged me outside, not even giving me time to protest. Thank goodness the parking space in front of the church was covered.

Uncle Luke was wearing a black suit with a mint tie. I'd never seen him wore something formal before and it was just weird to see him like this, but I liked it. His hair was sleek and his beard was gone. He looked a few years younger and more handsome.

"Clary, you look stunning," he said with a warm smile.

"Thank you, Uncle Luke."

"Your groom is quite anxious. It's freezing, but he's sweating like crazy, you should have seen him. He won't stop pacing and talking about the worst things that can happen today."

"I feel the same."

"I don't get why you two are nervous."

"Like you wasn't when you and Mom got married," I joked.

He only shook his head and placed my arm around his. He guided me as we walked toward the entrance, Emma in front of us. I could hear the music and the murmurs of the guests as we neared the glass doors of the beautiful church. The voices grew louder when Emma entered.

Time seemed to slow down when I finally started walking down the aisle. Nothing seemed to matter anymore when I saw him staring at me like I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. It wasn't important if it was pouring outside or if there were only few people to witness our wedding. He was the only one that mattered.

When we finally reached where he was, Uncle Luke gave my hand to him with a couple of empty threats while I laughed.

I never thought that I'd be marrying this guy and that I'd even grow to love him this way. Life was full of twists and turns.

"You're immensely gorgeous," he whispered at my ear.

"You don't look so bad yourself," I replied with a giggle.

Before the priest could start the ceremony, I looked back at the guests. I saw my mom looking at us fondly while holding Uncle Luke's hand. Some of my high school friends and cousins were taking pictures of us. Then there was this guy sitting at the back. He looked out-of-place wearing a grey shirt and black leather jacket. He had dark blonde hair and weird golden eyes which met mine for a few moments.

Have I seen him before? Why does he look so familiar?

All of a sudden, he stood up and left the place hurriedly. No one seemed to notice his presence except from me. I couldn't forget the way he stared at me and the sadness in his eyes like he was slowly crumbling inside.

My chest hurt and I could feel my eyes watering. What was happening to me? Why was a stranger affecting me this way? Why couldn't I shake the image of his face out of my head?

"Clary?" Simon called softly. "Are you okay? You look a bit pale."

"Yeah, it's just…I…" I can't do this.

Five minutes ago, I was sure that Simon was the person I wanted to grow old with. He was my best friend, he knew all my secrets and it was comfortable being with him because he knew me best.

I couldn't explain all the mixed emotions I was feeling right now. I was doubting what we had. It took me ages to admit to myself that I loved him more than a friend should. What if I just wanted to make myself believe that he was the one for me since I knew he loved me so much that he wouldn't leave me? Or was it the fact that I was afraid of ending up alone?

One thing was for sure. I couldn't marry him when my mind was a mess.

Without even thinking twice, of the consequences of what I was about to do, I turned my back on him and ran into the storm.

Three months later…

They always say that running from your problems wouldn't solve them, but it was the only thing that I could do. After what I did three months ago, I just couldn't face everyone especially Simon. What I did to him was unforgivable. I didn't only embarrass him, I also broke his heart. Mom and I talked every once in a while and from her, I learned that Simon was miserable.

I felt guilty and angry at myself not because of what I did to my best friend, but because I didn't regret it. I didn't even feel bad that I ran away on our wedding day. I felt like I was as ruthless witch.

One day, I knew that I need to face him again and apologize, but I just couldn't do that now. Mom told me that he'd been asking where I was almost every day and he kept asking her what he did wrong for me to leave him like that. Mom, too, didn't know where I was and I refused to tell her because I knew that even if I asked her not to tell Simon, she would because she liked him for me. I wish I was strong enough to tell him that it was me and not him, that I couldn't marry him with a doubtful heart because I'd only trap us both in an unhappy relationship.

While I was away from everyone, there were things I realized. I loved Simon because he made me feel safe, he knew all the things about me, he accepted me for who I was and he supported me in everything I did. He pushed me to become a better person. He did everything for me, he affected my life so much in so many ways, but I didn't do anything for him. He was giving me the world but I had nothing to give him in return. I wasn't being fair to him.

I was now in New York, renting a small apartment and working in a small bookstore that Uncle Luke's friend owned. Yes, Uncle Luke knew where I was but Mom didn't. He promised that he wouldn't tell her and he never broke promises. He was the one who helped me to find place to stay and a job.

Every night, the guy with golden eyes haunted me in my sleep. Unfortunately, I couldn't remember much of the dreams, but I knew that it was him. I wouldn't just forget that face.

I wonder if he didn't show up that day. Would've I married Simon? If I hadn't seen the sadness in his eyes and the expression of his face that looked like he was being betrayed by someone he really cared about.

What could be the reason he was there? Could it only be pure coincidence? Why didn't I want to believe that? I wish I knew where to find him so I could ask him why he went to my wedding. I just couldn't understand why a complete stranger made me feel that way. He made me realize and feel so many things in a matter of seconds. How was that even possible? Why did he look at me like he knew me and why did I also feel that I knew him?

I was so confused and I couldn't stop thinking of him. I kept thinking of a way to contact him, but I didn't even know his name. I still couldn't forget the things he told me that day before he ran away. Yes, I had the chance to talk to him, but only for a moment and he couldn't even look at me straight in the eyes.

Before I could even reach the exit, Simon grabbed my arm.

"What are you doing?" he asked hastily and worriedly.

I gave him the most sincere look that I could muster. "I'm so sorry, Simon, but I can't do this. I just…I really am sorry."

"Clary, please. I thought—"

I pulled away from him before he could continue. Thank goodness my heels weren't high so I was able to run without hurting myself. I could see the mortified expressions of the guests as I left the church. There was only one thing in my mind at the moment and that was if I ran faster, I could still catch or see the guy.

A part of me wanted to talk to him so bad I didn't even know why. My brain and maybe my heart was screaming for me to do so.

It wasn't raining that much anymore, but I'd been in it long enough for my dress and hair to be soaking.

I was starting to feel hopeless and a bit regretful when I realized how stupid I looked with what I did. I left the guy that I was supposed to marry because of a stranger?

And then I saw him.

He was walking casually under the rain, his hair was a wet mess and his jacket was dripping. The familiar pull between us was back.

He stopped walking and so did I. It was as if he sensed that I was there though I wasn't making any effort to call his attention.

He turned around to look at me and he didn't look pleased or anything. He had a blank expression on his face that sent chills down my spine. It was worse seeing someone without any expression than to see them happy or sad because you'd never know what runs in their head.

His eyes looked empty and he spoke so coldly. "Why are you here and why did you follow me?"

"Who are you and why were you in the church?" I asked back.

"Leave me alone and go back there," he said stiffly.

"You know, I have no idea why I have this strong urge to follow you. I don't know why I feel like I know you though it's the first time I saw you. This is insane, but I just can't go back there. Can you at least make my running away from my wedding worth by answering my questions?" I said impatiently.

He looked away and turned his back on me before answering, "I'm no one important. I suggest that you stay away from me while you still can."

Oh no, looks like Clary forgot who that guy is. Maybe many of you are confused, but I promise that as the story progresses, you'll know why she can't remember him.

Btw, this is still the continuation of Clary and Jace's life from the last chap of Au Revoir.

Should I continue this?

Thank you so much for reading and until next time,

Ishi :)