Hello again! I have decided to continue writing, whether it's about Mortal Instruments (which is the case here) or anything else. Also I wanna thank all of the people who reviewed my last fic. Thank you so much for the feedback! And thanks to rippingbutterflywings for beta'ing this, you are hella rad man. Okay then, onwards with the story!

The moonlight was streaming from the window towards his face. His beautiful, perfect face—full of flaws, but perfect nonetheless

She checks the clock on the nightstand. It says 3:24 AM. She is restless at night, so she decides to snuggle close to him. When she goes to hug him closer, it feels like she is living in bliss.

It feels as if nothing will hurt her. And he is warm. So very warm. And...He feels like home.

But, when she goes to check the clock once more (5:15 AM), when she turns around instead of seeing the face of her beloved, she meets the body of a pillow. His pillow.

Then, she remembers.

It's been 7 years, but she remembers it clearly. So clearly that she wishes she suffered from amnesia.

The fire, the smoke, him. Burning to the ground in the blink of an eye.

The memories come back. Like a punch in the gut. Hard.

The firemen telling her that there were no other survivors. His father's face when she broke the news. Their friends' reactions. It was so painful; she wishes it could all go away.

She wishes it were him here tonight. Holding her. Keeping her safe. Making her feel safe.

But he is gone. It is the harsh truth, and there is nothing else to do about it.

So she cries herself to sleep. Remembering him.

Her beloved Jace.

Please let me know what you think! :)xx