Hey, this is my first time posting any of my writing online and so I figured I'd start with something small. Please tell me what you think and don't be afraid to be honest.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments or any of the characters in it. That honor goes to Cassandra Clare.
Why won't she love me? Why can't she see that I would give her anything and everything she ever wanted if she would just give me a chance? Yes, I am her brother, but I just don't care anymore.
I remember the first time I saw her. Father had told me to keep an eye out for her and make sure she was safe. I was 16 and she was 15. She was sitting under a tree at her school with Simon. He was helping her rehearse for her audition for the upcoming school musical. She looked so happy. So carefree. So innocent.
I felt jealousy rip through me as I watched the way Simon looked at her, as if he loved her, and the way she smiled back. I could tell that she was not quite in love, but there was potential to be more than just-friends. I tried to fight it, but the truth is that I knew even then that I had to have her. That I would never be able to love anyone else the same way.
So yes, I am her brother, but the love I have for Clarissa is true, even if she is too blinded by our blood to see it.