Takes place after my version of city of heavenly fire. And after clockwork prince. Quotes beginning every chapter. This is my second story. This is my first story in this archive. Enjoy.

"That was the day my whole world went black. Air looked black. Sun looked black. I laid up in bed and stared at the black walls of my house….Took three months before I even looked out the window, see the world still there. I was surprised to see the world didn't stop."

― Kathryn Stockett, The Help

Clary's Perspective

I couldn't say who felt the worst. When it came to the end of all things only one person was brave enough to step up. Simon. The memory was not a pleasant one, and after it happened, after he left us, I was gone. Everything changed. Izzy, Jace, Alec, Maia, and Jordan. We all turned into what we had expected to become. Dust and Shadows.

Alec was in deep turmoil. Ever since Magnus broke up with him, he acted like a changed man. He saw Magnus that one last time. At the end of all things. While simon's body turned to ash, his head was turned to see Magnus Bane stalking off into the distance. I could only tell he wished he would've ran to him that day. But he chose to stay behind for me, and for Simon.

The high warlock of Brooklyn was no more. Alec came to his apartment to find it empty. There was a new high warlock of Brooklyn. Her name is the Gray, Magnus left her in that position on his departure. Magnus would spend night after night in taverns and downworlder clubs asking on any news from Magnus Bane. Most shunned him for being a shadowhunter. But he was able to collect some small rumors that he was traveling to San Francisco.

All Alec could do was hope that he would able to move on and live a better life than he lived here. Because that's all he wanted for him.

Jordan has failed his duty as praetor lupus. His job was to protect and control Simon. He failed at both. He was ordered to re-do his training in a more secure location in London. He was being ripped apart from the life he had already made. And when Maia needed him most, he was leaving.

Maia was an optimist. She didn't feel remorse, guilt, regret. She felt pure loss. It was the friendship that she craved from Simon, and now that he's not there for her, no one is.

Izzy disappeared one night and came back. She didn't talk much about what she did or where she was, but after that night she started to change. She wore long sleeve shirts because she was hiding something, she was a more skilled fighter, she started making things and fixing weapons, and she became more resistant to heat. Sometimes we hear her cry at night. She has truly felt loss. Yet she also feels regret, that she should've dated Simon officially, and given him the girlfriend he craved.

One day Izzy came downstairs with a hood over her face, she didn't speak. Then Alec took the hood off and as she ran for cover Alec grabbed her and he looked into her eyes. Shock split across everyone's face as they gazed into Izzy's eyes. Her Dark Black eyes had been transformed into fiery amber pools. They suddenly all understood where she had gone off too that night. She had gone to the iron sisters to join them. The runes were shown on her arms. In 1 years' time she would officially become an iron Sister.

Jace was conflicted. He should've been glad that the heavenly fire was safely removed from him, but he wasn't. Although he didn't look it, Jace is a compassionate person. When Simon died, he shed a tear along with the rest of us. He felt regret. All the times they encountered each other they displayed a sort of hatred or banter. Then when Simon died Jace could only wish that things could change. But it was too late, a cloud of loss befell us all.

I didn't feel the loss or the regret. I didn't feel the will to change things. I didn't feel the need to think at all. From the moment of his death I became numb and I could see only darkness. I had known Simon for my whole life. There was part of my soul in him and part of his soul in me. Now that he is gone, there is a hole, in both of us.

I stepped out of the Cab and sighed. The pitter patter of rain hit my umbrella faintly. I stopped and gazed at the gates to the institute, like staring into nothing. I became frozen.

How is it that I could now think of Simon without tears running down my cheeks? Without succumbing to darkness? Without my legs going weak on the spot?

Because I have drifted, just like all of us.