So this is my first ever fanfic. YAY =) sorry for any mistakes, i haven't written anything in a while
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She was crying again.
He noticed that she did that a lot; maybe not around him, or Alec or Isabelle, but he still heard her. Her sobs carried through the halls of the institute, muffled by the walls and the pressure of the pillow against her face, but still very much there. It was a strange logic, thinking that just because she was alone in her room that only she and those four, uncomforting wall could hear her cries. But he wasn't about to judge her for it. No, that wasn't why he was there. He was there to wait for her. Wait for her tears to stop and wait for her exhaustion to drag her into unconsciousness for another night.
And then he would leave.
He wondered briefly what she would say if she knew that he was listening. He doubted that she'd be angry; But hurt? Embarrassed, maybe? She was never as predictable as he would lead her to believe. But she was stubborn, so much so that he wondered if it was more that she was strong-willed. Maybe he just was biased. After all, people always sided with those they cared about most.
Right?
She was getting quieter now, her strangled sobs fading into a soft weeping. He could still hear her, though, from his seat by her door. He leaned his head back against the wall, his legs bent in front of him and his arms crossed over his knees. He was cold. He was barely aware of himself as a shiver travelled along the length of his body, like a shockwave through a dead body. He blinked slowly, struggling to keep his eyes open as his body turned over to autopilot. He vaguely registered his movements as one of his feet slid forward, slowly edging along the ground until his leg hit the floor. He blinked again. Her voice was getting quieter, like he was hearing her at a distance. Something in the back of his mind told him that he was falling asleep, but it was drowned out by the angered voice that told him to stop being so pathetic. She still needed him.
Clary needed him.
A movement in the bedroom recaptured his attention, snapping him awake in an instant. Jace sat up, rubbing his eyes furiously in an attempt to fight away the waves of tiredness. It didn't seem to help much, though. He placed his hands against the wall and struggled back to his feet, groaning lightly - partly with irritation at himself, partly with anger induced by fatigue. The sound of soft footsteps sparked something in his chest. She was pacing, barely more than a few feet away from him. She had stopped crying though, that much he knew. What was she thinking? The question rang out in his mind, one that would nag at him as long as he remained oblivious to its answer.
Jace stepped towards the door, his footsteps light and soundless. His hand twitched at his side, itching to reach out and turn the doorknob. He wanted to see her. He wanted to know why she had cried every night for weeks.
And he wanted her to look at him like he was the only person in the world.
Her footsteps stopped suddenly and he flinched back, waiting for the door to fly open in his face. He waited a few seconds, but nothing happened. He glanced down at the silver of light seeping through the bottom of the door. He got the feeling that there was something more behind that; him trapped in the dark, her oblivious to him in her world of light.
There was a click and then the light was gone.
Like always.
There was real sound after that, just the deafening echo of silence. He hated it.
Jace stepped away from the door, his eyes lingering on the unturned handle for a moment, then he turned away. But nobody saw him, the ghost of something that might have been a guardian angel, disappearing through the shadows of the empty hallway.
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