Okay, so here's the deal! I'm having MAJOR writer's block in both of my VA-stories – please don't hate me! So, to at least start my writing again, I've decided to do this; a collection of drabbles about Cassandra Clare's The Mortal Instruments.

I'm going to need you guys to send me prompts/ideas/suggestions about these little thingies, to help get some inspiration. :)

Until then, I was thinking I'd start with the letters of the alphabet! Original? Why yes, of course! :D Not..

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own the Mortal Instruments.. *insert adoreable little sniff here please* If I did, Jamie Campbell Bower sure as **** wouldn't have gotten chosen as Jace.

ANYWAY! Here's the first one! Enjoy!

A = Alone.

Jace Wayland had never felt before, as if he was alone. Ever.

Yes, he had fought with everyone he knew. Yes, he had spent nights alone in various places. Yes, he had hated the world and everyone in it. But he had never been alone. He had always had the Institute, Alec and Isabelle, and their parents and younger brother Max. Alec Lightwood, his brother, his best – and only, when he thought about it – friend, his parabatai. Alec had always been there for him, covered for him, taking care of him, watching his back, just like Jace had for him. Until now. Until her.

Because standing where he did, in the house of the Penhallow's, watching her walk away from him, he knew he was truly alone. Not even Alec would forgive him for this, what he had done to her. But Jace knew he had no right to even ask for forgiveness, so he wouldn't.

No girl would ever – could ever – make him feel the way Clarissa Fray did. She drove him mad at times, pushed his buttons in all the right, or wrong, places and he doubted she even knew it. Oh, Clary, he thought. What did you expect from me?

Why had he fallen for her? How could he fall for her? What was is about her, that made him unable to forget her?

To think that he, Jace Wayland, would actually be able to feel something for her. To think that he could ever be honest with her. As if he could damage her like that. As if he could ever deserve to relieve the burden on his shoulder that seemed to grow heavier and heavier each day. As if he could tell anyone – tell her – what haunted him day and night. As if he could confess his darkest doubts about himself. As if he could admit he was scared of what the future might bring for him. No, it would be giving in, giving up.

And he refused to do that. He wouldn't give in to his fears.

Jace Wayland leaned back on the wall, before sliding down to the floor. Alone.

Never before had he felt so lonely, so empty, so broken. Why did he lie to her?

Because now, now he was truly alone.

Horrible? Yes. Biggest writer's block ever, seriously..

Review plz? To brighten a young girl's otherwise terrible day..? Anyone?

Thanks for reading!