Where are the words?
A simple idea of Clary's thoughts before CoG.
Disclaimer: No relation to Cassie Clare or her stuff.
The room was dimly lit by a light from the bathroom. She sat on her bed staring at the cell phone in her hand. The drapes were drawn and she didn't know if it was day or night out. She wanted to call Jace. It didn't matter what time it was, she felt stuck. She wanted to hear his voice. How should the conversation start, how could she keep it going? A list of questions swam around in her head. The phone felt cold and heavy in her hand like her heart.