My Immortal
"You used to captivate me by your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face—it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice—it chased away all the sanity in me"
My Immortal by Evanescence"
"Want a smoke?"
Clary turns to the blonde haired boy, red ringlets falling over her smirking lips, and takes the cigarette from him. She gazes out at the cloudy sky. An oncoming storm can be seen by the large dark splotches out in the distance. Moist wind waves over her face, further proving the fact.
I like storms, she thinks.
While bobbing her head along to What if by Creed, she takes a long drag from the newly lit cigarette.
It's like fire in my lungs.
She slowly breathes out a cloud of smoke. Her lips crawl up her cheeks when it does. It adds to the darkening clouds. Clary decides she likes that.
"So what brings you up to the roof today," she asks.
They both continue to stare at the sky, but out of her peripheral, Clary can see that the boy is grinning.
He flicks a golden curl out from his gaze. It bounces up before flopping into his eyes once again. He sighs.
"Skipping Pre-Calc. You?"
She hums, "English."
He laughs. He has a nice laugh, she realizes. It's deep, but still light and upbringing. How come she hadn't seen him before?
"What's your name, skipper?"
He takes a drag before answering, "Jace."
"Huh. Jace." The name is foreign in her mouth, but she likes it. The word feels nice to say. She likes the way it eases its way onto her tongue as she says it once again.
"Yes, Jace. And your name would be?" He has a nice voice too.
"Clary. My name is Clary."
"Clary," he says.
She lets out an almost silent 'yes' and takes another long drag to further pollute the sky with more cloudy figures.
A quick flash skims across her vision. Wet hair. A tall dark form. A scream.
As soon as the image comes, it leaves.
Clary slowly blinks to rid of any remaining figments of the weird vision.
Must be my mind playing tricks on me. It does that a lot.
"Clary, we've met before."
Her head snaps to look at him and is surprised to find him staring at her. He's so close. Their noses are almost touching.
His eyes captivate her. A dark liquid gold. Clary wonders if they sparkle in the sunshine.
She can barely choke out the whisper, "We have?"
Jace pulls back slightly and smiles at her. He moves a curtain of curls, which had fallen into the left side of her face, behind her ear.
There's a chip in his tooth, she notices. She can't see it as an imperfection, though. It only makes him even more beautiful.
"Yes, we have. Don't you remember?"
And she did.
She remembered everything. She remembered when she had ran up the stairs and to this very roof to ball her eyes out when the constant bullying had gone too far. She remembered when he had, coincidentally, already been up here and had comforted her. She remembered when he held her and stroked her hair and spoke soothing words into her ear.
She remembered their first kiss.
His lips were so smooth, so soft. They seemed to part and form perfectly to her own. His warm tongue would graze across her lips and slip through to meet her own. His hands would grip her waist, a bit too hard, but she liked that. His fingers would slide up and down her sides and her own would get tangled into his hair.
The memories felt too real
Wait. Was she kissing him now? She couldn't tell.
She remembered everything and that was a problem. That meant remembering his tears, him hurt, him hurting himself and most of all-
Suddenly, she was alone.
She looked everywhere for Jace, afraid he had slipped through her fingers once again. She even looked up in the sky and over to the dark clouds.
It was raining now.
She knew what happened next. She knew where he was.
Clary gulped down the large ball that had formed in her throat.
Please, no. Please.
She looked over the roof's lip and onto the ground. What seemed like a heavy wind flew into her core and stayed trapped there. Her stomach twisted and curled and Clary was sure she was going to heave. She almost did the first time it happened.
There, laying nearly 50 feet below, was a blonde haired boy. He laid, crumbled in a ball, blood staining the ground beneath him.
A loud cry filled the air and her tears mixed with the heavy raindrops that had fallen onto her cheeks.
"Don't you remember?" His voice seemed to echo for miles.
Of course, she did. But that was all he was: A memory.
Thoughts, please. I poured my heart into this. Kind of short. Not sure if it's a one-shot or not. Let me know what you think it should be.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments Series or any of its characters (Cassandra Clare) or the song My Immortal (Evanescence). They both rightfully belong to their owners. However, I do own my ideas and this story. Do me the honor and do NOT copy, translate, edit, or use my words in ANY way. That, ladies and gentlemen, is called plagiarism. Did you know plagiarism is illegal? Yeah it is. So don't do it. Not only is it illegal, but it is extremely rude and uncreative.
Keep on rocking,
Autumn