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Clary P.O.V

The library was quiet; I was hoping for somewhere where I could think, alone. I had my sketch pad on my lap and my head was looking down, red strands of hair brushing the paper.

I didn't quite know what I was drawing, I just let my hand wander on the page.. Just then I heard someone open the door "Is anyone in here?" A familiar voice called out. I loved it so much more then I should. In a way, it was forbidden. "Hi Clary" Jace said in a calm voice, I hadn't even heard his steps and yet he was right beside me. I looked up but didn't say a word, Jace looked troubled by something. I thought I knew about it, but I didn't want to believe it at all. "We need to talk," he said in a cold tone, looking away. As if looking at me was hard on him. "Yeah... I know…" I said looking out the window.

I had been avoiding him all week, I didn't want to face the truth. I couldn't handle the truth. Jace sat down beside me. His hands where shaking. I couldn't believe it. Jace who never got scared, Jace who never got nervous, Jace who was always brave.

I lightly placed my hand over his; I didn't want him to be like this. I couldn't help myself but feel some sort of guilt. I turned to him, he was staring back at me.

"Clary…" He begun "What happened the other day... about us... And the whole sharing parents thing..." He paused to look at me. I looked away. I've never seen him like this before. I couldn't bear to look at Jace anymore. I loved him, but not in a siblings way. I loved him the way that two lovers love each other, but in a brother-sisterly way. I wanted to feel his warmth on me again. His body pressed against mine, I could feel his face getting closer to mine, he hesitated but then I felt his soft lips brushing mine. I pulled back, this didn't feel right anymore..

"Clary…?" Jace said as I went back into reality. "Sorry" I said to him looking down in guilt. My heart said to kiss him back, but I tried to keep reminding myself how wrong this was. I shouldn't be thinking these things, I told myself. "Like I was saying, it would be better if we just acted like brother and sister. We can't go on like this... secretly loving each other." Jace finished, giving me a quick, soft, last kiss on my head and quickly walked away. All I could think was; he was gone. Tears were now flowing out of my eyes. How could he just do that? Tell me he wants to be friends, kiss me, and then leave. Without even an other word. Not only was I heartbroken that the only guy I may have ever loved in that way left me, but I was also mad that he just left like that, after kissing me. No explanation, nothing. I didn't know how to feel. Everything was spiraling out of control. My mother being in a coma, finding out Valentine is my father, finding out Jace is my brother, still loving Jace. It was all too much at once. With blurry vision I made my way throughout the institute and into my temporary room. Screw Jace, screw my feelings, screw everything. I got into bed and tried to fall asleep, blocking all thoughts of what just happened, curled up and passed out.

That night I had a dream. It was a relatively nice one. There where green mountains, vast plains and you could water, out in the distance. The breeze was fresh and crisp. I looked up into the sky, some one was beside me.

At first I couldn't make out who it was. He wasn't speaking, but it was at that moment where he reached out for me that I noticed who it really was.

His touch felt so real. I turned to look at Jace. Something seemed different. He looked older. I look down to my own hands, they had aged too. I sat up from the sitting position I was apparently in, in shock, just as I see two kids, a boy and a girl, running around, playing joyfully together in the fields.

It was at that moment were I was shaken awake. Someone was calling out my name, I was still half asleep though. "Clary... Clary wake up!" It wasn't Jaces voice, that's all I could concentrate on. I wanted to see him real badly thought, but I vaguely remember I was, I think mad at him, why though?

"Clary" The voice said again. I could hear her clearly now. It was a girls voice but not just any girl, it was Isabelle.

"Urg." I moaned as I sat up. There was a lot of light shining in my room, it must have been late afternoon by now. "How long have I been asleep?" I said, looking towards Isabelle. As I did, I noticed my neck felt really stiff. My entire body ached. How long had I really been sleeping?

"Two days is my guess, you didn't wake up once since you and Jace had that fight" She said looking out the window. My head was hurting, I couldn't think straight. Did she say fight? Why can't I remember what happened? Jace...

"Did Jace... Say anything about me...?" I asked. I guess I really shouldn't want to see him, but I did.

"Jace? No, he oddly hasn't... Except that you two just had a fight and he didn't want to talk about it. Did something big happen between the two of you?" She asked. There was a certain tone of concern in her voice, but not enough to for her to be completely sincerer.

"No, its nothing..." I looked away. If we really did fight, then I didn't want Isabelle to know. I didn't want to think about him anyways.

And why was my head hurting so much?

"You must be hungry, there is some left over Chinese food in the kitchen fridge from last night if you want." She said as she got up and started walking away. "I have some things to go take care of, ill see you later" she finished as she walked out the door.

I wasn't particularly hungry at the moment, I didn't want to get up. But If I did go to the kitchen, I could use being hungry as excuse to bump into Jace. I wanted to see him. But then again, a little voice in my head was telling me to forget about him.

And then it all came back to me.

Jace was my... is my brother... I have to Forget about loving him, I need to forget him.. I need to forget... But how? He's my brother, I can't just forget about him.

I got up and walked slowly to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, with two days of sleep, I looked worse then I felt. How could this be?

I slipped out of my PJ's and turned on a hot shower. As I stepped in, the boiling water felt heavenly on my aching body. At least I could always count on a hot shower to make me feel a bit better.

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