I do not own TMI, all these characters belong to Cassandra Clare

Chapter One:

Clary POV:

I had just come from the hospital. The cancer had returned after three years, and it doesn't look good this time. Whenever there is a relapse, there is always a chance that it will win this round. I try to stay as optimistic as possible but I don't know how long that'll last when chemo starts.

I always come to Central Park when I need to clear my head. I look around and there are so many happy families, and couples enjoying their time together. I'll never get that. I'll never get married, or have a family. I try to distance myself from people so that when I do die, there won't be too many broken hearts left behind. I do have one true friend, Simon, he's the only one who knows about my cancer. I'm meeting him here to tell him about the relapse.

"Watch out!" I hear from the opposite direction. When I look up there is a ball coming for my head. I duck and the ball hits the bench. I look up and there was a cute little boy running towards me, followed by a gorgeous guy who had beautiful blonde hair and golden eyes to match.

"I'm really sorry lady!" The little boy said as he approached.

"Don't worry about it, no harm no foul." I smiled at him and handed him the ball back.

"Alright Max, why don't you go over and play with Izzy." Max skipped off to the direction of which I'm going to guess is Izzy. "I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to over throw it."

"It's really okay. Don't worry about it." I smiled up at him, how I longed for someone like him to love me like I was going to live forever.

"Clary!" I turn around and Simon is walking up to me. "You wanted me to meet you here. What's wrong?" I looked at him and from my eyes I think he just knew. "Oh Clary, I'm so sorry. You wanna get out of here? I'll buy your favorite ice cream?" I smiled, Simon always knew how to make my day better.

"Sure thing Simon." I turn around and look at the boy. "Well it was nice to meet you….?"

"Jace, nice to meet you to Clary." And with that he ran back over to Max and Izzy.

Simon and I left the park and made our way to our favorite ice cream parlor. We came here quite often, whether we were upset, happy, angry, whatever the emotion. It was a safe place for us, and it got us through a lot of rough times. And this was most definitely going to be a rough time.

Jace POV:

As I ran back over to Izzy, I couldn't help but think about Clary. She looked so upset, but in a completely empty way. Something was definitely wrong from the way that guy sounded.

"What was that all about?" Izzy asked as she through the ball to Max.

"I just wanted to apologize to her for throwing the ball at her. I felt bad." I tried not to sound like I cared, because the only people I truly cared for was my family, but for some reason, she was different, but I didn't want Izzy to know that otherwise I'd never live it down.

"Jace Wayland? Feeling bad about something? Impossible." Izzy laughed, but she was right. I didn't care, and I never felt bad for anything I ever did before.

"Well, I'll never see her again, so who cares." I was a tad upset about this, I felt a natural connection with her that I never felt towards anyone before.

"Come on, we have to get Max to the hospital for his check up." As we neared the hospital I saw Clary and her friend headed in the same direction. This must be fate, wait a minute I don't believe in fate. Oh well, maybe it's just a coincidence.

Clary POV:

Simon and I were at the ice cream parlor when I started feeling really really wrong. I knew that the cancer was going to be worse this time around, but I had no idea that it was going to start to quickly.

"Simon, I need to go back to the hospital, something doesn't feel right."

I got up from my seat and immediately felt like I was going to fall. Thankfully the hospital was just around the corner.

"Okay, lets get you there, can you walk?" I nod slightly, and we're off to the hospital.

As we neared the hospital I saw a familiar sight. It was the boy from the park, oh god please don't let me run into him in this hospital. I don't need him looking at me like a charity case.

After about two hours in the hospital I was released to go home. The cancer has come back in full swing and I needed to start chemo right away. My first appointment was tomorrow, and I wasn't ready at all. This round was going to be more intense and its going to leave me feeling more weak then before, but I wanted to live, I wanted to survive and prove that cancer would not be the death of me, but I don't know how my body will be able to handle this.

I walked in to the hospital the next morning and sat down in one of the chemo chairs, the nurse hooked my port up to the machine, I put my headphones in and slowly drifted off to sleep, dreaming of a life that I could only imagine, one that I knew would never come true.