Summary: Jace and Isabelle have only ever caught glimpses of one another. Separated by their family, their freinds, their lovers and their worlds, what happens when these two characters meet? The mundane and the Shadowhunter. It could never be.
Could it?

When I'm Missing You

Chapter 1

The first time I saw her was after a fight with Clary. I'd up and left my house, unable to handle the confines of my own bedroom and taken to the dirty streets of New York. She had been standing on the curb, whistling for a taxi. Rings of golden bracelets wrapped elegantly around her wrists. She was dressed all in black, her forever legs shivering against the brisk air. Her hair flew free around her face in streams of ebony, catching on her cheek, her nose, her ear.

What I remembered most were her eyes: dark as charcoal, holding secrets I knew I'd never know.

I had stopped in my tracks, causing the New Yorkers around me to grumble and swear in annoyance. And then she had stepped off the curb and into a taxi and she was gone.

Turning, I had made my way back home, attempting to rid all images of the black eyed beauty from my mind.

After all, I had a girlfriend.

O.o

The first time I saw him was after a date with Simon. I was waiting on the curb, trying to signal a taxi when his gold hair had caught my attention. He was walking on the other side of the street, head down, hands in the pockets of his jacket. I shivered as a gust of wind tore against the bare skin of my legs and lifted my hair around my face.

But I couldn't look away from him. And then he stopped and looked up and my heart contracted, my breath catching in my throat. His eyes. Oh Angel, his eyes. The bright, tawny gold of a lion's. Wide spaced and perfect. His brow furrowed, his lips puckering and he turned his head as if he could feel my gaze on him. I looked away, even though I knew he could not see me.

And then the taxi pulled up and with my heart pounding irrationally in my chest, I stepped inside.

I tried to rid all images of the golden eyed boy from my mind as the taxi sped into the New York traffic.

After all, he was a mundie.

There you go, DarksideDoesItBetter, Hope you like the beginning of this story :D

Hope everybody else likes it as well, it's the first time I have written a JacexIsabelle story so it's something very new (for me) :P

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DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Mortal Instruments Series.