Jace sighed loudly, throwing daggers at the wall. The Institute was empty,and everything seemed so out of place. Even in the training room, where Jace had spent half his life in, he couldn't concentrate. Only because of his training, did he hit the target.
Footsteps were coming down the hallway, and he pretended he didn't hear them, continuing to throw. The light sounds could only belong to one person. Clary. His sister. He tried to remember that fact as much as he tried to forget it.
"Jace?" the tentative voice of his sister rang out loud in the silence.
He turned his head barely, so he can see her just out of the corner of his eye. Her hair hung in soft, red curls that framed her face perfectly. Her bright green eyes stood out of her pale face.
"Yes?" These were the rare times where Jace was not sarcastic. When an angel stood before him, it was hard to remember things.
Clary didn't respond, just stared at him. Not at his face, but below his face.
Jace crossed his arms and his signature smirk flitted across his features.
"See something you like?" he called out to her.
Clary snapped out of her daze, and turned, flashing a hurt look at him, before dashing back out into the hallway. He heard a loud slam, and he flinched.
Clary was so much more sensitive. Little things made her break down in tears. He knew he was the one who cause her such pain, but he could do nothing about it. He knew it was as hard as it was for her to forget all they had before they foundout they were related.
Jace picked up his dagger, and headed to the weapon room. He was going to have to talk to Clary.
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