I hope you enjoy this fic! Its my first for The Mortal Instruments!
Preface
Clary walked down to the riverbank, a fragipani in her hand, but the flower could not bring back the one she loved.
He stood beside her, the same flower in his hands, the memory of what he did stung his brain. Clary would never forgive him, he took a life- a human life. How could his actions be justified? He truly was a demon... he was no shadowhunter, he was no human...
He was a demon... monster... evil... he was Satan himself, burnt into a human body. Clary would resent- no hate- him... why did all the bad things happen to him?
As he watched the fragipani she dropped onto the lake float away, wishing that he was out there drowning. He didn't deserve to live, he wished he could go back, somehow and do it all different.
"Come on," Clary whispered in his ear, he flinched as her fingers drew gentle lines on his skin. "Put your flower down."
The flower wasn't even damn real! Just like he shouldn't be! But he kept his face calm, he was full of sorrow, and it made him sick; he was a killer. Cold-hearted killer.
As he dropped the memory of the life he took, a lone tear swept down his face and dripped into the lake, following the flower.
What had he done?