A/N: This is my first FanFiction so all reviews are welcome! Flames, raves I don't care! Special thanks to my beta, atimahs. Your the best! Thanks for helping me at two in the morning!
Disclaimer: You know the deal, if you recognize it, it isn't mine...even though I wish Jace was mine...(sigh)
This takes place mid COA. Its after they find out they're brother and sister, but before the scene at Taki's.
When you say a word over and over again, it loses its meaning. Chair, apple, sugar, sister….sorry
I'm sorry.
Clary was tired of hearing it. Over and over again, like a cloud pressing in on her. It was there. After every time he accidently brushed her hand, and it sent chills through her.
I'm sorry.
Whenever he held her for longer than what was considered brotherly.
I'm sorry.
Wanting Jace the way she did was painful, but the look on his face with every I'm sorry killed her even more. It was like he was just saying it out of habit now. Even though they both knew it didn't make any difference.
I'm sorry.
The less those sorries meant to him, the more they meant to Clary. Because it made her realize, with no doubts, that soon it would fall into such a routine that it would just hide those feelings that made her heart pound with just the thought or mention of Jace.
Clary rolled of her bed into a sitting position. She had been staring at the ceiling in her room for the last hour. She was thinking about Jace's last I'm sorry. He had caught her from falling in the library, and his hands had lingered on her waist, drawing her closer to him. Their faces brushed, and he let her go with a pained look.
I'm sorry.
She wanted… she had to see Jace. She wanted to know if he really felt nothing behind these sorries. And to see if he felt the same as her, just trying to hide it.
She looked down and realized that she was wearing a particularly see through white tank top with her pajama pants. She reached into her drawer and pulled out a shirt at random. It was a shirt of Jace's that he had lent to her one day when she was covered in ichor. She inhaled its scent. It smelled like him, like comfort, like home.
I'm sorry.
She pulled it on, determined to get past those words. Without giving herself any time to reconsider, she opened her door and padded down the hall barefoot. Jace and Clary were the only ones with rooms on this hall of the Institute, so it was dead quiet.
I'm sorry.
With his words in her head, she took a deep breath and knocked on the door. He opened it, and a small part of her brain registered the fact that his room was as monk-like as always. But the rest of her was focused on Jace. He stood there with his jeans slung low on his hips, and no shirt. His hair was wet and he had a towel around his neck. He had obviously just gotten out of the shower.
His metallic hair glistened with drops of water, and his golden eyes were full of questions as he stared back at her green ones. Green meeting gold, boring into each other.
"Jace," she breathed.
I'm sorry.
"Clary," he replied, opening his door wider. "Come in."
She went in and sat on his bed to stare up at him.
I'm sorry.
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P.S: There probably will be another one becuase i'm sure you're all dying to know what they say! :D
I'll post again if I get enough reviews. Good or bad....