A/N: I don't own any of these characters, They belong to the amazing Cassandra Clare!

The tears have stopped now. Before, it was like they had a mind of their own, telling them to force their way out of my eyes. But it had gotten to a point where I didn't care anymore. He had betrayed me. I had always thought that I could trust him till the day I die. But now I know otherwise.

'Jace?' I look at him, not quite believing my eyes. 'What are you doing?'

His hands stop rifling through my draws, and he pulls them out.

'I.. Uh… I was just,.. Um…' He flounders, averting his eyes from mine as he blushes.

'I told you to never look in there' I whisper, almost not believing he'd done it.

I just… had to know' He says, looking ashamed.

'What could possibly mean you just HAD to know?!' I say, a tear streaming down my face as my anger rises, replacing the disbelief I felt before.

'It's complicated. Just sit down and let me explain,'

Jace says in what I think is meant to be a soothing voice, but in reality just enrages me more.

'NO! I won't listen to anything you say to me!' I scream at him, the tears flowing freely now. I run from our apartment, dishevelled and destroyed.

At the memory, the tears start anew. I sigh at my silliness. I should've listened to X. Not let anyone get close to me.

'Clary, You must understand, that in our line of work, letting someone get close to you can destroy you,'

But when I saw Jace, It was different. He was beautiful, with his golden eyes, making you feel like you could tell him anything. For the first time in my life, someone had cared about me.

But now, that was over. As I stand up to leave, I realise I'm at the place where Jace and I first met, the bridge across the river.

'Excuse me, did it hurt?' A man says from behind me.

My heart started pumping. How could he know? I've never told anyone!

'What did you say?' I say, very carefully.

'Did it hurt, when you fell from heaven?' he says, and I can feel him grinning.

All my fear disappears, replaced by a grimace.

'Really?' I say, 'That's the best pick up line you've got?' I turn around, ready to rant about chauvinistic pigs, but my breath is taken away, because it looks as if he was the one who fell from heaven.

His eyes are an otherworldly golden colour, he has a perfectly sculpted body and light blonde curls that caught the light, making them look like rays of sunshine. My fingers just itched to draw the scene.

I shake myself out of the trance, and walk over to the river. The feeling of betrayal is crushing me. Without thinking about, I start fingering the necklace around my neck that Jace gave me for our 6 month anniversary. It was a small golden flame; Jace said it reminded him of me, untameable and beautiful. A rush of anger overtakes me and I rip it off, and throw it into the river. As I watch it float down the river, I can't help but feel that maybe it is true that everything you love can be washed away.

I'm just trying out this idea. Tell me if you like it in a review and I may keep writing :)