Clary's vision is blurred by pain, until numbness spreads all over her body. Nothing really matters anymore. She is here, alone and her only company is a headless corpse of her so-beloved brother. Whom she killed with her own hands, just to be strict.
She lies on the hard, dirty ground and looks up, as, apparently, that's all she can do. She's unable to move, to shout for help, to draw even a small, single iratze. All she can do is lie here, bleed out and watch stars, which are slowly appearing on still orange-yellow-red-pink sky.
She's ... rather calm and it's rather strange because she's dying, by the Angel. But she knew it will all end like this. That Jonathan won't be gentle enough to leave this world without taking anyone with him.
She's just so happy, that's her, not Jace, or Simon, or her mom, or anyone else she loves or cares of.
Jace.
Jace.
Jace.
Since he appears in her mind, he stays there, filling her with so many emotions and for a moment they fill her oh-so-empty veins instead of blood. His smile, his laugh, his eyes, his hair, his hands, all of the words he has ever said to her.
Jace.
Jace.
Jace.
She hopes he will see her first, before her body will turn cold, that he'll be the one to close her eyes and say Ave ataque vale to her.'' After all''- she thinks with a bit of sarcasm-'' I died as a Nephilim''.
She just hopes that her mum won't see her at all, because she won't be able to handle that.
Clary shivers. It's so sosososo cold. She can almost feel as her fingers turn blue, even though it's just impossible. She isn't dead. Yet. Her breath becomes slower, along with her heartbeat, and - for a moment- she just listens to it because it's really loud in this silence. Stars are so bright now and the sky becomes darker and darker.
This view changes so quick and she pays her attention to it because it's a really beautiful show. She kind of regrets that she cannot paint it.
She's still shivering and she feels like a person being slowly frozen in a big block of ice, so she thinks about her first memory of Simon, about the way Luke carried her on his shoulders when she was small, about her mother's hugs and little Max hidden under comic book and Isabelle with her golden whip and Alec holding Magnus'es hand and about Jace, Jace all over her. Gold and warm spreads all over her body and she can almost feel him next to her and soap and sun and his lips on hers and suddenly she's not sorry that she won't be able to say her final ''I love you'' to him because he just
knows that, just like she knows he loves her. They belong to each other and Clary is curious if he can feel death's cold fingers as clearly as her.
But she keeps on thinking about him until he appears next to her and she's not cold anymore, it's summer and air is warm and stars are so bright that even when she closes her eyes, she still sees them.
There are stars or Jace's eyes?
Jace feels that she's leaving and knows that she's happy, and he spots the moments when coldness he feels becomes warmth.