Clary felt as if she were on a tight rope.

To her left was Jace and on her right was Simon. She knew if she fell, both could catch her, Jace with an insatiable love and Simon with an emotional safety net. Before Clary was her mother, flawless and beautiful, a distant silhouette in the horizon. Behind her stood a handsome man of eighteen with hands tainted with the black blood of demons.

She had so many choices to chose, place to chose, task to accomplish.

So instead she let go and awoke in the arms of a grinning Luke.

Author's Note: This is another one of my drabbles for the LJ community 100wordstories. The prompt was balance.