A/N: This is my first fanfiction and I'm totally excited! I will mostly post one shots since I'm a lazy person, but maybe once I've become accustomed to being an author I'll write longer stories. Also, please give supportive criticism on what you thought about this one shot!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in the Mortal Instruments. They all belong to Cassandra Clare.
The drink that assuaged all the pain from the broken was held in my hand
As cold fingers glide against the droplets of water accumulated from the glass held by my mere finger tips, I reminisce the happy days before it all went to hell.
Who would've known that us high school sweethearts would've separated so quickly?
I imagined an entire lifetime with you, yet I only spent half a year in cloud nine before I came back to the true reality of life. The crushing realization that you could never find happiness like the fairytale stories hit me hard, but I was done being my brainwashed, naïve little self. I finally realized how dark the world actually was. Though, I kept questioning what went wrong.
Was our connection not strong enough?
Was our passion not great enough?
Was I not…
No
Jace Herondale was a fool to mess with me. He was weak enough to bend towards the snake of a woman he met at a bar. Weak enough to have his will be taken away from him just by a bottle. Weak enough to hide a secret away from me, but continue his affair with the same person. The love of my life was too weak to admit that we just weren't enough.
Hot tears fall down my face as they try to wash away the sadness and the pain. While the efforts to do so aren't strong enough, the poison in the glass is. The rush of the alcohol burned away all the light and brought in the darkness.
I became just like him
It hurt to feel exactly like the one who shattered my heart and stomped on the remnants. But while I sat lonely in the leather seat of the bar that I have accustomed to call my safe haven, I drank and drank until the void in my heart had reached its point of enough.