I know this is really short. I hope you like it!
Disclaimer--Mortal Instruments is Cassandra Clare's--who I am not.
Simon's POV.
I watched you when we were young. And I thought that I would get my shot one day. I never counted on actually falling in love with you. That was my first mistake.
My mom warned me off of you. But I couldn't help it. I couldn't stay away, and I couldn't stay out of love. You were the sun to me, and I needed you to live.
Then you met him. You looked at him like I looked at you, and I knew it was all over. He was smug, and cocky, and everything I wasn't. I didn't know what you saw in him.
So when I met her, I thought she could take my mind off of you. She was like the moon. She was dark, and mysterious, and might help me keep my mind away from my sun.
And now you were his sun. He looked at you, like I always looked at you. And that's the way you looked at him. I wanted so badly for you to forget him. She couldn't help me forget you. The moon couldn't make me forget the sun.
Then, I found out you couldn't have him. You couldn't be with him, so you could be with me. I didn't want her anymore, not the moon. Who wants the moon when you can have the sun? So I took you. I allowed myself to be your second choice, your second kiss, and maybe if I was lucky: your second love. But I was kidding myself.
You still looked at him the same, and that was how he looked at you. It was sickening to watch. My heart burned every day I saw you look at him with that face. I wanted to die.
It didn't work out between us. But I had someone else now too. I had the moon, and I had a Child of the Moon. The irony was bittersweet. I could have either of them, but I still wanted you.
And I still want you, even now. I'll always want my sun. Some part of me will never forget my feelings for you. You have him, he has you, and that makes you happy.
I still hate him, for taking you away from me. But maybe one day, one of my other options will blot out the image of my sun, and I'll wander forevermore in the night, where I'm meant to be.
If you couldn't figure it out...
I--Simon
You--Clary
Him--Jace
Her--Isabelle
Clary is the Sun
Izzy is the moon
Maia is the Child of the Moon. (as in a Werewolf, not to be misconstrued as the daughter of Isabelle.
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