A/N: English is not my first language so if there are mistakes I apologise. Enjoy! And please let me know what you think of it.
He remembers them dancing, in the snow, cold seeping in their bones.
But they didn't care. Because they were with each other, they were okay and they always would be, as long as they had one another.
He remembers chasing her in the field. How the sunlight hit her strawberry blond hair. How she let her hand glide over every flower. How her white dress floated and how he followed her. And he remembered thinking that he would follow her everywhere.
He remembers running in the rain. It was a perfect summer day until it began pouring. But clary being clary she didn't duck away, or hide. She smiled, a brilliant smile that made your breath get caught in your throat. She opened her arms and twirled.
And he remembered thinking that as long as he had Clary to help him see the beauty in the littlest things, he would be okay.
He remembers the happy days, like a distant half-forgotten dream.
He had many memories. He categorized them in colors in his head. He had black memories, filled with grief, sadness, loss. He had red memories, images of fights, rage flashing through his mind. He had blue memories, those were the days after she had left. He didn't quite feel like himself. He didn't remember to see the beauty in the littlest things. He didn't remember how it felt to be happy.
Happy.
Like golden. Like the sun that shone on the day he chased her in the field. Golden like the dress she twirled in when it rained. Golden from the cheap streets lights the night they danced in the snow. Like the spark in her green eyes when she smiled at him and he feels like life might be worth the black, the red and the blue.
He categorized memories in colors. He had black memories, red and blue. But the golden by far outnumbered all of them. He remembers thinking that he was lucky. Lucky that he knows her. Lucky that she allowed him to love her. He thinks that even as she walks away.
She is gone now. He still dances in the snow, runs in the fields on sunny days, and in the rain. And he is okay. Because he has his golden memories. He has the girl with the brilliant smile and the strawberry blond hair in his mind to remind him.
And he remembers.
He remembers.