Birds are singing, sun is peeking through the clouds and so on.. Seems like great morning all in all, but Clary didn't feel particurlaly excited about all good omens that were promising for good day.

"Wake up Clary. Clary! Come on now honey, we have to go." Gentle voice was whispering to her ear through her sleepy, clouded mind.

Her mother's voice.

Clary made sleepy whining noise and rolled over to her side, pulling blanket over her head.

"Oh Clary, now is not the time for that." Her mothers voice said gently, sounding slightly amused as blanket was pulled off of her.

Clary curled up into a ball to stay warm, "Just a little longer mommy."

"Not now. I promise you can sleep longer tomorrow morning."

Clary sit up, rubbing her sleepy eyes, "You promise?"

Jocelyn smiled down to her, "I promise. Come now, I have made you breakfast ready, we have an hour and then we must go."

"Okay." Clary climbed out of her bed and followed her mother to kitchen.

While Clary was eating her breakfast, she watched as her mother got ready for some obviously important meeting. Jocelyn added makeup on her face only when she was going either to party, or to somewhere important place.

Knock in front door told them that Luke, Jocelyn's old friend and Clary's godfather, was there.

Clary skipped to open the door, hugging Luke but Luke only patted her shoulder and went to Jocelyn.

Clary frowned. She didn't understand why Luke was so tense, and why no one told her what so important was happening.

"Mommy? What's going on?"

"Nothing sweetie, go brush your teeth and get changed now. I left you your clothes to chair in your room."

"But mom-?"

"Go now."

Clary sighed and left. When she came from bathroom to find her mother, to show how white her teeth were now, she only found Luke from living room, watching television.

"Where's mommy?" Clary asked.

"She had to hurry, I will be here with you until she comes back." Luke had answered with faint smile.

But Clary's mother had not come back.

Being five years old, Clary had not understood why her mommy would leave her, and growing up, she cared less and less to find out.

Now, 15 years later, Clary still sometimes felt aching squeeze in her chest when she thought about her mother. She had loved and admired her mother so much. Luke had never told her if he knew anything about Jocelyns disppearence, and even Clary moved to live with him and was raised up by him, he never mentioned her mother again.

But Clary could swear she saw a hint of sadness in Luke's eyes whenever Jocelyns name came up. Probably he was hoping her return as well even he didn't say it.

Their life had not been anyhow particurlaly great, Luke having to work every day in his small bookstore to have enough money for their living, but she was thankful for everything he did for her.

At the moment, Clary worked in bookshop during weekends to give Luke some free time, and also to gather some money of her own. She lived on her own, not very far from Luke's house, but even all her money went to the rent of her apartment, she didn't dare to ask anything else from Luke.

So here she was, sitting at her kitchen counter with cup of black coffee in her hand since she didn't have money to get milk. Coffee and art suplies were always her number one in list when she made shopping list what she needed from store.

Her stomach grumbled and she sipped her coffee again. It was getting cold, so she reached for the coffee machine and poured more hot coffee in her cup.

She had wished to find a job where she could get more money from, but so far no luck, and she was losing her hope.

Everything always failed for her. Small fading scars along her arms and wrists spoke of her hopelessness, but by now she didn't care anymore.

Her phone ringing catched her attention and she jumped off from kitchen counter, locating her old phone from her bedside table.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Clary, I hate to ask you this with so short notice, but could you come for the shop for few hours today?" Luke's voice said from other end of the line.

Clary nodded, even she knew he won't see it. At least she'd have something to do.

"Sure thing. I'll come right over."

"Thank you Clary, you're an angel."

Clary hung up and sipped her coffee few more times before set her empty cup in sink, shutting down her coffee machine and go get her handbag before leaving to the bookstore.

On her way, she accidentally bump into someone's back while she was trying to cover her eyes from sunlight.

"I- I'm sorry." She stuttered, taking only quick look at the person who she had walked on to just to be sure he wasn't hurt, and then she hurried on her way.

"Wait!" She head him call and she froze.

"I.. I'm very sorry.. A-are you alright?" She asked in small voice when the guy walked to catch up with her.

"I'm fine. But you dropped this." He handed her keys to her.

Clary took her keys with shaky hands and dared to peek at the persons face through her lashes.

He was gorgeous. His hair shine in pure gold in sunlight, wind blowing it to his face and he casually pushed his hair back.

He was tall, lean and muscular, and his eyes- Clary almost gasped as she looked up into those unusually golden eyes.

Despite that he was wearing all black, he was definitely not looking like some of those goth-wanna-be's who over do it.

He looked cool, gorgeous and hot. Definitely a guy who would get any girl he wanted.

"Thanks." She muttered in small voice.

He smiled. Oh it was gorgeous smile and Clary felt her cheeks start to burn.

"No problem." He said, obviously noticing her reddish cheeks. "Are you alright?"

"Y-yes.. Thanks." Clary nodded and stuffed her keys in her jeans pocket. "E-excuse me.. I must go."

"Sure."

"Ha-have a nice day sir." After saying this, Clary hurried away without daring to look back, even she could feel him looking after her. She was too embarresed of herself already. Why she hadn't just thanked him and leave? It wasn't that difficult. That's what she always did. How come this guy made her act so stupid? Well, even more stupid than usual.