*DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Cassandra Clare, I am simply having some fun with them*

Regret is Such a Pointless Emotion

Chapter 1

Clary POV

"I don't want to leave, John. Why are Mum and Dad making us do this?" She whined to her older brother.

"Hey you might enjoy it, who knows." He told her gently.

Clary's whole family seemed excited about moving to New York - but not her. She would is her friends, her school, everything. It was an adventure to them but it felt more like a punishment to her for some reason. She would especially miss her best friend - Simon Lewis. She would never find anyone like him again, this whole thing sucked.

"I'm going out, I'll pack later." She told Jonathan.

He didn't ask any questions, just nodded and let her leave. He was a good brother she thought, protective yet not too protective, they rarely argued.

She picked up her phone to text Simon as she walked out the door

Hey, can I come round for a while?x

The reply came quickly as always.

Sure thing x

She walked to Simon's house which was only a couple of blocks from her own, it was one of the great things that they lived so close. She couldn't imagine what it was like for long distance friends. This is why she worried so much about moving, she'd probably never get to see Simon again. Of course they would never need to say this, they would still make the normal promises of "we'll stay on touch", "I'll talk to you every day" and "we'll always be best friends no matter the distance" but deep down they were just lying to themselves and they knew it. At this thought her eyes has started to water and she knew she had to calm down before she knocked on Simons door.

After clearing her head she knocked the door, Simon's mother Elaine opened it. Elaine was friendly enough but Clary often got the feeling she didn't like her very much, of course she had never said anything directly mean to Clary so she ignored it.

"Come on in, Clary. Simon is in his room."

"Thank you Mrs Lewis."

She walked into Simon's room to find him sprawled on his bed reading a comic.

"Hey." It came out as more of a whisper than she intended as she went to sit by him on the bed.

"Hey." He replied as he out down his comic and sat up beside her, their arms brushing together.

Neither one could find anything to say to break the silence. Eventually it became too much and she turned and hugged him, putting her head into his chest.

"I'm going to miss you so much." She whispered, trying hard to keep her voice from cracking. It wasn't like her to show weakness in this way but it was Simon and he would never judge her.

"I know, I'm going to miss you too. More than you can imagine."

Simon untangled himself from her and went to pick up something from the other side of the room.

He sat back down and handed her a small box, "I wanted to get you something so you would never forget me even as you're off meeting new friends in New York."

She opened the box to reveal a delicate silver necklace in the shape of a paint brush.

"Simon it's beautiful..."

"Turn it over." He told her.

On the back it was engraved, "Love can travel as far as you let it, love Simon."

She looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

"I love you, Simon. Always."

His next move was much less expected, he leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She was surprised at first but didn't pull away, she kissed him back a little before they both broke away. Though not moving any further away.

"I had to do that just once, I'm sorry." he murmured.

"It's okay, I'm sorry things can't happen for us." She replied, though she wasn't completely sure, if she had stayed would they have been together? She had always saw Simon at a best friend rather than anything else.

"I know, I understand."

My phone began to ring, interrupting the silence, she was going to hang up but Simon just nodded, signalling she should answer it.

"Hello?"

"Clary, where are you? You are supposed to be packing." Crap it was her mum.

"I'm with Simon."

"Well tell Simon I said hello then come straight home."

"But mum..."

"No Clary, I understand you don't want to leave him but we have to. You'll be able to say goodbye properly before we leave."

"Okay, okay. I'll come home." She sighed, knowing that her mum was right.

She turned to Simon, "I'm really sorry Simon, I need to go home. My mum says hello though."

"Yeah it's okay, you do need to pack. I think goodbye would be more fitting." He said in reply and then walked out of the room to show her to the door. Not that she needed help to find it, she had been coming to Simon's house for as long as she could remember.

"Bye, I'll see you before I leave." She promised as she left, she could feel his eyes burning into my back as she left.

Was she right to kiss him back? Did she just change things?

"Why do things have to be so complicated?" She sighed to herself as I walked home.

"Big day tomorrow then eh?" Jonathan said as they all sat together on the last night of their new home, Clary guessed it was partly to annoy her. She had never wanted to slap someone more in that moment and yet at the same time she so wanted to run into his arms and cry everything out.

No one had an answer for her brother, what could you say? Simon was going to meet her to see her off in the morning and then that would be it, off to the big city.

Her mum seemed to be the only one to show any slight understanding of how she was feeling right now, but she was so busy trying to organise everything that it was hard to get a moment with her. Her dad had been acting strange and distant lately and well Jonathan was clearly excited for the move, she was mostly alone in her worries tonight. Of course they would miss the place but they just didn't feel as strongly as she did and she couldn't understand why. This was their home, their lives were here.

Simon POV

This was it, the day his best friend was leaving. Simon had a few other friends from school of course, but none as close as Clary, he would really miss her.

"Simon, are you not going to say goodbye to Clary?" His mother called up to him.

"I'm just about to leave." He called back.

He lifted his jacket and walked down stairs to the door.

"Wish her my best of luck." His mother said before walking out the door. He could have told her to come with him but well his mother and Clary's family were never really very close so there wasn't much point.

He could see the removal vans and all the people milling about the Morganstern house before he even reached it, no sign of Clary yet though. No one acknowledged him at first and since they all seemed busy he decided to just go straight in and look for Clary. He found her sitting with her back against the wall in her empty bedroom.

"So this is it then." He said as he walked in and sat down.

"I guess it is." She replied, though she looked far away. As though in some other place rather than sitting here with him.

"I'm going to miss this place you know, we have so many memories. I don't think I can handle seeing other people living here."

"Yeah."

"You're wearing your necklace I see." He was just looking for some way to start a conversation with her, like old times. The thing was this just wasn't like old times at all and that's the part that hurt.

"Of course I am." She replied as though he was stupid for thinking anything else, "I'll keep it on everyday I'm in New York, I won't forget you. Ever, I promise."

"I won't either, I love you Clary."

"I love you too Simon."

"So how is the band coming along?" Clary asked him. Simon and a few friends from school had a sort of band thing going on and Clary teased him relentlessly for it. He laughed and they somehow sunk into that easy, familiar conversation.

Clary POV

As she climbed into the car with the rest of her family and shut the door, the only thing she could see was Simon's face, his sad eyes betraying the smile plastered on his face. It killed her and yet she knew she couldn't look back. If she did, she would be back out of the car in seconds.

"Guessing your boyfriend wasn't too happy then?" Jonathan sniggered.

Why was he being so mean? He wasn't usually like this.

"He's not my..." She began to protest then gave up, "Look just shut up."

"Jonathan, leave your sister alone. You know how hard this is for her." Her mother scolded her brother.

"Jocelyn leave them be, they're kids that's what kids do." Her dad said. Her mother just stayed silent, finding it better than to argue with him.

Jonathan looked smug for the fact that dad had indirectly though kind of obviously stuck up for him rather than her.

She just blocked it all out, laying her head against the window and sighing, eventually falling into sleep.


Authors Note:

If you have read this far then thank you so much for reading! I don't have a lot of experience with story writing so I hope it wasn't too bad! :)

Thank you again and more chapters will be out very shortly!

Have a lovely day!