Clary's name wasn't always Clary, it used to be something else. She sat on the rooftop of her apartment building remembering all the things she left behind in her other life. Her old friends, her motorcycle, her old apartment. She missed all of it. It hasn't always been this strong, just till recently returning to New York from her and Jace's rollercoaster with sebastian. The whole experience made her feel even farther away from home, Not her place in New York but in Los Angeles. Just before Clary's reverie got deep she felt a masculine hand on her shoulder.
"Is this where you've been hiding?" Jace had that stupid grin on his face as always. "yeah" Clary responded. She wasn't expecting company and actually wanted to be alone in all her homesickness. "What are you doing up here anyway?" Once again Jace had brought her out of her thoughts. "Just thinking. How did you find me?" Clary didn't really care much 'how' in all honesty she just wanted him to leave. "I followed you." Suddenly Clary felt a little disturbed. She had known Jace could be obsessive but, she wasn't crazy of him following her around. "Wow. That isn't creepy." Clary hoped Jace would catch her sarcasm. "I'm sorry, I know thats kind of strange, i was just really worried about you. I feel like you're drifting away from society or something." Clary knew this was true and didn't really have the heart to try and deflect the truth. She remained silent, hoping Jace would finish his lecture and leave her alone to herself.
The silence sustained what felt like only half a minute before Jace started. "Tell me what you're thinking about."
Jace was looking at her now, Clary turned her head to meet his gaze. This is the first time she really looked into his eyes for a while. He really was truly and undeniably sexy. Honestly it made Clary imagine some really dirty thoughts. Her fantasies of him made her smirk and she redirected her eyes before returning back. This time she had only the loving smile. "Well, I guess it's not so much as thinking but, remembering." Jace was the only few people she allowed in her circle of trust but she wasn't certain if she wanted to tell him her story of her old life in L.A. " Tell me about what you're remembering." Clary finally turned away. She made her decision. She was going to tell him. Although, this was a big deal for her, not even Simon knew where she went off to. But she really did trust Jace and she felt like she could talk to him about anything. Even her past.
Clary took in a breath before answering.
"When I was Thirteen, I ran away from New York to Los Angeles."