Author's Note: This is kind of like a rewrite of my other story "She Loves You More" but it is kind of different, very different actually. But the two have similar concepts(ish) so please read and/or review on both. And check out my other story while you're at it yeah? They're pretty much all about Simon to a large point. I wrote this after realizing how messed up "She Loves You More" was thanks to a review, so feel free to review how wrong that story is. Please be nice on reviews though. Pretty please. :)
Anyways... enough of my boring babble. On to Simon! Lol. :D

Simon lay down in the couch within his bare apartment. He was sixteen, stil, while Clary and everyone else were adults. Clary was twenty-one years old already, and, as she was turning twenty-two soon, was nearly six years older than Simon. Clary was engaged at that point, to none other than the man who rang the doorbell at Simon's.

Simon got up and opened the door. "Thanks for coming by, Jace," Simon greeted. Jace didn't respond to the greeting, merely walking into the apartment and gazing around as Simon closed the door.

"Well, Lewis," Jace said finally. "Your apartment sure is... Minimalist. I like it. None of those souvenirs and photographs lying around everywhere like when you lived with your mom." Jace always greeted Simon, if it could be considered a greeting, with insults. "Besides, how old does she think you are? How can you pull off as twenty-one?" Jace was genuinely curious when he asked, though he still managed to maintain his usual sarcastic and demeaning tone.

"Why don't you stop insulting my living conditions before I answer any questions?" Simon replied. He was more exasperated than annoyed when he said it though."Just take a seat. And for the record, whatever I do to hide stuff from my mom is none of your business."

Responding to Jace's remarks though, he realized that his apartment really was extremely minimalist. The walls were bare, one entire side of the living room made of glass, offering a large window to view New York the few shelves containing books, music, manga and movies were neat, nothing out of place. He didn't take any of his photographs or souvenirs when he moved. Instead he had written down all he remembered, happy times and sad times, into a journal, tucked away in a messenger bag in his bedroom.

The teenager and the man were sitting opposite each other by the time Jace said,"Too embarrassing to tell me? I'll find out eventually. In any case, why'd you call and tell me to come here alone? It's one of the very few times you'd willingly be anywhere near me without Clary or Isabelle around."

"Though it is true that I don't like you," Simon started,"Clary does. And you two are having your wedding in a few days." Jace interrupted.

"And you're sad that you're unholy and can't go onto hollowed ground to be at the wedding?" Jace asked in a more sarcastic tone than usual. "Well no point complaining to me about it. And remember, Clary won't be a Fray anymore after a few days so don't even think of calling her that," Jace said with motive to annoy. Instead of looking irritated though, Simon just looked out his window with a blank look in his eyes.

"Done talking, Jace?" Simon asked rather coldly. Jace felt something was off with him, but did not mention it. He just leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms, waiting for Simon to speak. The teenage vampire glanced to his side and upon seeing Jace turned his head back to face the blonde.

"Well as you said I can't go to you and Clary's wedding, and I had no plans to." Jace raised an eyebrow, staying silent, waiting for the teenager to say more. "You two are getting married. Clary and you will literally be each others soon. I don't need to be here." Simon looked straight into Jace's eyes when he said this, his dark eyes seeing Jace's grow larger in shock.

Jace closed his eyes for a while, covering his face with his hand in thought, before asking,"So you're saying you're going to leave New York before the wedding?"

"Pretty much," Simon simply said, not denying or defending anything. He had been thinking long and hard when he made his decision. He expected the responses he's receive when he broke the news.

"What about Clary?" Jace asked, questioned, in an accusing voice. He voice wasn't even as he talked, which was very unlike him. "She cares about you and you're not even going to be there to support her after getting married? Why?"

Simon took in a deep breath and sighed, an unnecessary action that he normally took to clear his head and think. He stood from his chair and walked over to the large window and looked out. A shimmering view of nighttime New York could be seen. Looking out the window with his half lidded brown eyes, his hands tucked in his jeans' back pocket, Simon would have looked like any other troubled teenager. That is, had he been human and not with alabaster and pore less skin, and that unearthly beauty that all vampires had.

"I care about Clary times more than she does for me. Me leaving, it'll be the best for her, for everyone. You guys are getting older and I'm not. Being together with someone who never ages, it's just be wrong. It worked when you were younger, but the gap is just going to get bigger and bigger.

"Imagine by the time you guys are thirty and I'm still sixteen. Do you think Clary and I can still be the same best friends we used to be? We can't. If I drift apart slowly from everyone over time, people are just going to get hurt. I might as well leave now and spare that."

Jace processed Simon's words silently. Then he responded with one simple question. "Do you believe what you plan on doing is right?" Jace's piercing eyes stared at Simon as he asked his question. And Simon's stares back at his as he answered.

"Yes. Yes I do." The two continued to eye each other for quite a while before Jace sighed and asked another question. "Are you going to tell anyone?"

Simon shook his head. "No. I'll send flowers to Clary on her wedding day. I'll have a letter for her to read after your honeymoon to say that I left. By then she'll have you to help her go on with life." As Simon said these words, he could not help but feel sadness and nostalgia piling up in his unbeating heart. Jace noticed the sad emotions that had crept into his voice.

"You've been in her life forever. You don't think she'll be devastated to read that you left her?" Jace couldn't really care much less about Simon, but he cared about Clary. Jace did not want Clary to get sad over Simon's actions.

"Friends come and go now don't they? That's all I ever was, it's all I ever will be." Simon's voice was filled with pure sadness as he spoke what he knew to be true. Even Jace felt sorry for the vampire. "Like I said, it might make her sad, but it'll probably just hurt her to see me sixteen as she gets older. It'll probably hurt everybody that way.

"The best thing I can do for everyone is leave. Besides, it's what I'm destined for. Remember?" Simon held his hair from his forehead to show Jace the Mark. "Clary gave me this Mark. She mustn't known this would happen eventually."

By then, Jace had accepted the fact that Simon was leaving, but questions still still hung around in his mind unanswered.

"What changed? Why are you doing it now of all times?" Jace asked. Jace wasn't too fond of Simon's company. However, if Simon was going to tell him his plan anyway, he might as well answer his questions too.

"What changed?"Simon repeated the question. He shrugged before answering. "Everything. Everyone. Except me." Simon smiled, the tragic smile that he had come to be using more and more often. The smile he only used when he didn't want something, but got to accept that it would never change. Jace saw that smile, that expression on Simon's face, and had one last query for Simon to answer.

Jace looked down at the floor, observing the carpet, as he said,"You don't want to leave." He didn't say it as a question, he was merely stating a fact. Simon didn't need to be asked though, he still answered the questions in Jace's head.

"No. No I don't. But I don't want to stay either. It'd feel like I'll be taking their lives away from those special to them." Simon had his hands out of his pockets then. He was staring down at them with angry and disgusted eyes. Even after all those years, he still couldn't accept himself for what he was, a vampire. "'You'll live forever, but not everyone will.' Thats what Camille told me before. I was immature then, I pushed the idea as far away from my thoughts as I could. It didn't matter though. The idea caught up to me eventually, and it hurt 'cause it was true. Everyone, you all don't have eternity. Best for you guys to make the most with the time you have."

"Will you really leave?" Jace asked this more seriously than any of the questions before, already knowing the answer, merely wondering how the vampire boy would answer. His eyes met Simon's once more.

"Yes." As Jace suspected, Simon was dead serious. Jace looked out the window, just as Simon was too, thinking long and hard of what he should say. "Clary, Isabelle, everyone really. They'll want you to stay. Are you just going to leave everyone without a goodbye?" Simon listened, but made no reply. "But you'll still be in contact with us right? Cellphone, email, that kind of stuff?" Jace was doubtful with every question he asked, but felt he should ask them anyway.

"No. You guys won't need me for anything anymore. You guys can be happier with me gone that without."

"Huh." Jace said. He folded his arms over his chest once again and leaned back in his chair. "Well for a sixteen year old, you're being very mature." Jace was through with the seriousness, returning to his sarcastic way of talking. Simon was obviously through with the tension too, evident from his reply.

Simon waved his hand in Jace's direction, saying,"Yeah yeah yeah. You done talking blondie?" Jace glared at him playfully, a smirk playing on his lips. Jace got up from the chair he ha been sitting in and walked over to Simon who was leaning casually against the wall.

He still had that smirk on his face as he held out his hand. "I pray God bless your travels, Daylighter. Please try not to blow people up," Jace said with sarcasm, teasing, and genuine well wishes all at once.

Simon shocked him with his reply. As he shook Jace's hand, he said,"Nah. God damned my life a long time ago." Jace's eyes widened in shock. Simon laughed at his reaction.

Jace didn't hide His disbelief as he asked Simon,"How-How did you say that word?" Simon laughed even more at Jace's uncharacteristic stuttering. He filled his reply with sarcasm.

"Well pretty boy, maybe your amazing brain can figure it out eventually. But for now," Simon watched Jace glare at him as he pointed to his front door."Get the hell outta my house so I can pack."

"Gladly." Jace said proudly. As he stood at the open doorway, his one hand still on the knob, he looked back at Simon, his position no different from half a minute ago. Then, he said what was the nicest thing he said to the teenage boy. "We'll all miss you, Simon." Jace didn't receive any response, so he closed the door and left the building.

Simon remained still, looking out his window. He saw Jace's body, his bright hair reflecting moonlight, as he made his way back to the Institute, back to the people he, they, loved. Simon's eyes remained black and expressionless as his sadness remained bottled up inside.

"I'll miss everyone more."

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