[She Needed the Saving]
Characters: Clary Morgenstern, Jace Wayland, Lily, Jordon Kyle, and Jonathon Morgenstern. (Side characters are not mentioned.)
Genre: Drama, Romance.
Length: Story, slightly short chapters
Prologue: I Finally Followed
He would study her from afar. He loved watching her. She seemed to be in her own world nearly all the time. He never saw her smile or grin but her expression was just peaceful. It made him ponder more and more. Her auburn hair was usually braided, some of the time it was in a ponytail but he knew for certain that her strands could not handle the prison she was putting them through.
She wore long dresses that reached her knees and he could tell she admired modesty. The gowns were normally colorful but vintage in a way. They were old fashioned, something not worn in their current year. Her eyes were probably the most magnificent feature on her face. They were a luminous green. A forest green. Even an ocean blue. The hues that would leave people utterly speechless.
So at that very moment, he sat crouched down beside the brick wall that hopefully masked his figure from her. Now, she was pulling out a book from her bag, the one she borrowed from the library. Then she glanced up at the sky which was a greenish blue color and his breathing began to slow.
She remained gazing upwards and his eyebrows arched in confusion. What was she looking at? What was she thinking? Her pale skin was illuminated in bright light. Her small hands were clenched around the book like it was her life line. Her orbs snapped back to the bus stop sign and she trudged to the sidewalk, head bowed at the sight of hustling New Yorkers. He never understood her habits. Her ways. The way she acted. It was strange, unusual, but perplexing.
No, she wasn't like the others. She wasn't the sports type. She wasn't the fashion type. She wasn't the study-all-day type. She was different from the moment he lied his eyes on her. Most of the public walked passed her like she didn't matter or there was nothing interesting to look at. But he didn't believe that, not at all. Everything about her made her blend in with the crowds but at the same time everything about her made her stand away from the common masses.
He wondered what school she went to. She looked to be the same age as him. Maybe a senior? He shook his head. He was always too scared, too afraid to figure out who she was. She resembled the sun, you get too close and it'll start to hurt. Then she got onto the bus and disappeared, god knows where. He sighed loudly and slumped against the wall to his rear.
He was tired of being a coward to not walk up to her and come up with a conversation. He was tired of hiding behind poles and cars. He was tired of of slipping away from her fingers like mere water. He wanted to speak to her. For once, maybe hear her voice. Maybe learn more. She was a mystery, a strange, old mystery but he intended to solve it.
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