Hey there, everyone. I decided that since I had gotten so many reviews saying that I should do a continuing story, I thought I should. So, here you go, my lovelies. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Anything MI goes to Cassandra Clare. I just made up some of the characters in future chapters.
Chapter 1: The Unending Search
Jace's POV.
She left. She just left. No words were said, no phone calls were made. It was instantaneous, ludicrous, out-of-the-blue crap that I wouldn't expect from an intelligent, talented Shadowhunter like Clary Fray.
It began when our relationship began. It was smooth sailing right from the beginning, and then we hit a rough patch. I didn't think anything of it, because what passionately in love, match made in Heaven couple didn't have them? We started fighting quite a deal more than usual.
FLASHBACK
"JACE LIGHTWOOD, WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SUCH AN EGOTISTICAL ASSHAT? IT'S ALWAYS ME, ME, ME, WITH YOU ISN'T IT? WELL, GOLDIELOCKS, I HAVE SOME NEWS FOR YOU! THE WORLD DOES NOT REVOVLE AROUND JACE 'I AM SO UNDENIABLE SEXY' LIGHTWOOD!" Clary screamed at me, her fingers curled into fists at her sides. Her pale, cheerful face was now almost as red as her hair, and was contorted with rage.
"Well Clarissa, you have to admit that I am pretty amazing. How could anyone NOT think that I'm amazing? I mean, I'm the best Shadowhunter the Clave has, and on top of that, I am undeniably sexy, so I have to say, the world does revolve around me," I said jokingly, knowing that my retaliation was just adding gasoline to her already raging fire.
She sighed, scrunching her eyes tightly together, her hands clenching and unclenching simultaneously. When her eyes opened, she ran a hand through her bright red hair. I searched her eyes for emotions, but their usual brilliant sparkle that I loved had vanished, along with any emotion at all. She didn't look at me, and her voice was deadly calm when she said, "That's it."
She turned slowly, and before I could make any move to stop her, she left.
END FLASHBACK
Had I known that that was the last time I would see her or speak to her, I would have never argued with her. I didn't think she meant it when she said, "That's it," but now I know full well that she did.
The next day, I was expecting Clary to come to the Institute, apologizing for walking out after our fight last night, because that was what Clary did. She was too nice and couldn't hold any type of grudge against someone. When she didn't show, I started to get worried.
I ran to the kitchen, hoping to find Isabelle. Sure enough, she was crouched in front of the stove, watching some green goo sizzle on a baking sheet. She angrily smacked the stove door, yelling, "It's been thirty minutes! How long does it take for muffins to rise?" She stood up, mumbling, "You stupid piece of crap." I chuckled, leaning against the island, when Isabelle turned around, flinging a dish rag into my face. "What are you laughing at?" she demanded crossly. I tossed it back to her, replying, "I was laughing at your pathetic attempts at making what look like spinach barf muffins. Have you talked to Clary lately? We fought last night and I don't know where she is."
"Have you tried calling her?" Isabelle asked, chucking the rag into the sink. I frowned. I wasn't thinking of that. "No. No, I guess not," I said, pulling my phone out of my pocket and dialing Clary's number. It didn't ring once, and went straight to her voicemail. "Hi, you've reached Clary Fray. I can't get to my phone right now, so leave a message, and I'll get back to you. Thanks!" her voice rang out of the speaker, so I tried again. A second time. A third. Nothing.
I cursed under my breath and dialed Luke's number. He answered on the third ring. "Jace? What's wrong?" he asked. "I can't get a hold of Clary. Do you know where she is?" I said, drumming my fingers on the granite countertops. I looked back over at Isabelle, and she was perched back in front of the stove, trying to get the muffins to rise by glaring at them.
"No. I haven't seen her. Neither has Jocelyn. We thought she was with you," he said, his voice rising to a panic. My hand clenched into a fist. Where could she have gone?
"I gotta go. I'll talk to you later, Luke," I said, closing my phone, cut not before I could ignore Luke's protests, "Wait, Jace-" but I hung up anyway. I had to find Clary.
After a few weeks, I had done everything I could think of, everything in my power from asking Magnus to track her, to contacting the Clave, to find her. My search was endless, I wouldn't stop looking. I refused to let the girl I loved slip through my fingers. I was slowly growing more determined, but more depressed, as each of my countless attempts turned up short. I couldn't NOT look for her.
I guess the bottom line here is that I love her with every fiber of my being, and I meant what I said back in her room in Idris. I love her now, I'll love her until I die, and if there's a life after that, I would love her then. So this leads to conclude that I was far from done with my search. I had to find her. I just had to.
Well? What did you think? I just loved writing this chapter because I loved expressing Jace's feelings for once. Please, review review review! You know you want to! Next chapter will be up soon.