She knew it was wrong for them to be together. Like actually together. In breathing daylight, and with the morning breeze. In the real world. It was just wrong. They were related. But that didnt stop her from dreaming about them together. It had been a cold and wet night her first dream about them together. She had been snuggled on her couch with a fuzzy blanket drapped over her and a Tea mug in one hand, she had been watching a movie with her mother. Her mom sprawled across the couch and laying on her cheek while mummbling how bad this movie was. Her mom completly ignored everything that had happened, once she had woken up from her magical coma, there whole lives were just supposed to go back to normal, exept Clarys dreams. About 30 minitues later, when the movie had finally reached the level of completly ridicuolous, Clary had decided it was enough. She moved her blanket and stood up. "I think im gonna go to bed now" Clary said, walking into the kitchen and proceeding to wash her mug. When she came out her moms eyes were closed and the tv was off. Clarly smiled and covered her mom with the blanket she was just using. She kissed her mother goodnight, and turned off her living-room light. After Clary had taken a shower she jumped on her bed and began to drift to sleep. She snuggled under her covers and beagn to slowly move in her bed, trying to find the right sleeping position. About 5 minitues later after laying in the same position for a while, she turned the other way and opened her eyes for only a minitue. And there he was. Laying right next to her. His blond curles scattered around her other pillow. She felt like she shouls scream and in any other situation she would have. But not when it was Jace. And not when he was lying right next to her. And definatley not when she was in love with the boy. She for some reason felt safe as he layed right next to her. They stood quite, her afraid to speak, him liking the silence. She wanted to scream, wanted to hit him, wanted to cry and ask him how and why he left her. But she didnt. She didnt make a sound. She sat there, staredinto eachothers eyes for what seemed like forever. Getting lost in the color. She laid tangled in the sheets, still. He was ontop of the covers. She opened her mouth to say something, but he put his finger against her lips. And she was fine with it, because she knew there would be other dreams were she could say what she wanted. He would alwasy be in her dreams...
The End...