A/N: This is the beginning, if you have read the older version of this story, you'll know what a mess it was:/ Just to make sure, this will not be your usual story—it's gonna have little of snippets of scenes in order, not a lot in between. So, if you don't like, don't say I didn't warn you. *sigh* I'm so depressing. Well, I'm hopefully going to be updating faster! :D
P.S. This belongs to a certain Cassandra Clare. Boohoo:(
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1. Droplets leading…where?
Tessa Gray stared out of the window in the library of the Institute of London, gazing at the passing carriages led by dreary horses, at the puddles slowly forming by the constant rain lightly tapping at the window, and at the pedestrians busily walking to and fro. Splashes of color from umbrellas stood out from the dominating gray, snatching Tessa's eye.
Her hands were clasped around a worn book, Pride and Prejudice, one of Tessa's favorites. Its spine was cracked, marking all of Tessa's favorite spots, the wear and tear it had endured over the past years eroding the edges, the pages a soft yellow. Tranquility settled in the air, never once budging, as if a part of it. It felt every corner, calming every area with its soft, motherly touch.
It touched Tessa too; she came often, yearning for the sense of peace that came about any being that dared enter. She craved solidity; nobody was ever around for long. People came and went, but it was always occupied by Tessa. She felt no need to leave, except to eat and such. Even then, she would be quick about it, returning to library in all haste. She even slept there, her pillows and blankets thrown about the sofa.
She let herself fall in the world Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth, never once resisting the strong pull into their realm. She needn't remember her pains, her worries, nothing. It was her own kind of drug, seducing her to a slumber that would be hard to awaken from.
Few could.
Yet, it was not completely efficient; she regularly caught herself submerged in the depths of those ocean blue, raging eyes, or trailing the ray of sunlight that was embracing the silver strands of hair.
The library doors creaked open, and in came afore mentioned. The shaft of golden rays caressed his silvery self, nourishing him to a pristine sparkle. He glanced around, and caught the sight of Tessa peering at him above her book. He smiled, warmly, and began to stride towards her.
"It's a good day today," spoke Jem. Tessa, surprised at the gloom that she saw just moments ago, stared in wonder at the light beaming out of the window behind her.
"It is indeed," replied Tessa. Lost in thought, Tessa had not noticed how fast time flew by, the hours ticking away faster than kept track. She admired the gracefulness of the steps Jem took, that kind that only long years of vigorous Shadowhunter training could achieve.
After a while, a crooked smile appeared on Jem's lips, benign and heart-warming. "We're talking about the weather."
"We are indeed. Is there a problem?" Tessa asked coyly.
"Yes, we are still inside the Institute admiring the weather, yet not even taking advantage of it; after all, it comes and goes quickly."
"Right, again. What would you like to do then?" Tessa closed her book, setting it on the cushion she was sitting on.
"A picnic?" asked Jem unsurely, as if doubting the idea.
Tessa contemplated the idea. What harm could a walk do? After all, she needed it, and having Jem for company was not bad at all. "I approve; let us go!" And with that, Tessa rose from her chair, and followed Jem out of the library.
A/N: Hey what do you guys think? Wanna put it in a review? I know you're dying to… ;D
