Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments, or Sex by The 1975


Now we're on the bed in my room,

and I'm about to fill his shoes.

But you say no,

you say no.

Does he take care of you,

or could I easily fill his shoes?

But you say no,

you say no.

We laughed, we cried, we smiled, we frowned. We did everything together, until that day.

They were on his bed, just talking, like they always do.

She laughed at something he said, and he thought it was the most amazing sound he'd ever heard.

He knew then that he wanted to make her laugh for the rest of his life.

He smiled, and she knew then that that was what she wanted to see every day.

"Clary?" He whispered.

She looked over at him. "Jace?"

"Does he take care of you? Is he...is he good?"

"Who?" She asked, confused.

"You know who." He muttered.

"Oh. Well, I mean, yeah. He's good, he's a really good guy. But, Jace, I don't need anyone to take care of me."

He looked up at her. "I know, Clare. But I would...I would take care of you."

"Jace..." She said warningly. " What are you saying?"

"Clary, I know you. I have known you for practically your whole life. I know you're not happy with him. And I can't help but think...maybe I could make you happy."

"No." She shook her head. "No, Jace. No. I am happy with him, I really am."

"Clary," He started. "I just want-"

"I have to go, Jace."

She looked at him one last time, and left.

He put his head in his hands.

No matter how many times he chose her, she would never choose him.

They didn't talk for another two weeks after that.


Wow, I do not like how this turned out. But I felt like I owed you guys something. Something that related to Someone. So I made this little piece. Definitely not my best piece of work, but I guess it's alright.

Love,

Blaze