A/N: This is my second fanfiction. I don't know yet where this story is taking me but we can be sure that there will be drama and suspense.
Disclaimer: I do not own the TMI characters just this plot line.

"Clary! Clary stop!" Jace's voice boomed through the institute's halls. He was trying to get an angry Clary to stop her path to the front doors, "Clary would you just stop and give me a moment to talk?"

Clary spun on her heels and walked up to Jace. She jabbed a finger into his chest, "You have talk quite enough," she hissed, "I don't want to hear any more of what you have to say." She started to turn around to leave when Jace grabbed her wrist.

He was trying to keep her from leaving but he was also trying not to hurt her. "Clary, I didn't mean I never wanted to get married, I just think this is all moving too fast." Jace felt Clary's palm connect with his cheek.

"You had to wait until we were standing at the altar to have this revelation?" She seethed. She was wearing a golden rune covered gown. Her hair, which had been pinned delicately on top of her head, was now falling in her face. Her mascara was smudged and her lipstick entirely gone.

She remembered being so happy that morning getting ready with Izzy, talking about how she and Jace were planning on going back to Italy and revisiting the sites with the real Jace. She and Izzy giggled at all the lacy items she had packed to take with her on the trip. Everything seemed so perfect for once.

Well, obviously she was wrong. Tears started to burn her throat. She tried to stop them but the flowed out over the curves of her cheeks. Jace moved to wipe them away but she moved her head, dodging his attempt. She could see that her action hurt him, but she didn't care. In fact part of her wanted him to hurt; wanted him to feel a fraction of the pain she was feeling right now. It was one thing to be left at the altar, you see that kind of story all the time, but she just had her soon-to-be husband tell her he didn't want to marry her in front of all of her family and friends.

More tears streamed down her face. Refusing to let Jace have his way she jerked out of his grip knowing he wouldn't hold too tight. She did her best to wipe her face dry and turned to leave. She retrieved her steel from her garter and drew a mendelin rune on her forearm so no mundane on the street would see her. She felt Jace watching her but he didn't say a word. When she was finished she started back to the door.

"Clary," Jace called out weakly.

She could hear a sense of defeated tone in his voice. When she turned to meet his gaze she could swear she saw tears in his eyes. She heard a voice in the back of her head yelling at her to stay and listen, but the majority of her was too hurt, too mad. She turned back and opened the door and without even a last glance she left.

Jace watched the door shut behind the only girl he had ever loved. He stood still a moment, it seemed like an eternity, hoping she'd come back, hoping it was all a terrible nightmare. He could no longer stand. He fell to his knees but kept his eyes trained on the door. 'Come back' he thought 'please come back. I love you.'

He faintly was aware of people surrounding him, and of the hands lifting him to his feet and guiding him to a bench. There were questions being asked, but he could make out the words. He didn't see any of the faces that kept popping in his line of vision. All he saw was Clary, and the hurt he had caused her.

Clary was in the park now, where she and Jace used to train. She sat on the grass, her back against a rock, and her knees pulled too her chest. She was now thankful she picked a comfortable dress or otherwise this would be hard to do. Then again, who thinks about comfortable ways to sit on the ground in a park when you pick out your wedding dress? She started to cry again. She didn't mean to end up in the park, but she didn't know where else to go. Home was currently her mom's house, and she didn't want to go there. She knew her mom would mean well, but she did not want to be fussed over. Simon currently lived at the institute, and there was no way she would go back there.

She had just kept walking until she found herself here, in the park, where she had thousands of memories that included Jace. She wiped her face knowing it was useless because it would just get saturated with tears again.

The sun was almost completely set when a shadow passed over Clary. Her heart gave a lurch but she calmed down when she looked up and saw a familiar face, "Hi Magnus."

"Now I know you are not ruining that beautiful dress by sitting in the dirt are you?" He smirked and then proceeded to sit in front of her on a blanket her procured out of thin air.

"So, you heard huh?" She didn't feeling like going through all the niceties.

"Isabelle called me. You know they are going to scour the city for you and this will be one of the first places they'll look." His voice was filled with concern. He hadn't been there to witness the catastrophe. He and Alec had been separated for the past month and Magnus was trying to be scarce when it came to events. Clary understood. She wanted Magnus at her wedding, but the pain of a break up can be too much to handle. She especially understood now.

"Well I'll find someplace else to go." She said.

Magnus smiled, "You know you are just avoiding a problem you will eventually have to face?"

"Yeah, well, I'm in no state to talk to anyone."

"Well, you're talking to me." Magnus said in a matter of fact sort of way.

"Yeah I guess I am," Clary managed to half smile, "I just don't want to talk to anyone who was there. They all saw the terribleness of it. All they'll want to do is tell me how everything will be alright, how we'll patch things up. Well everything won't be alright. Not right now. I'm hurting and I just want to hurt. I want to work through my pain my own way and I'll go to them when I am ready to talk." She was a little out of breath after her rant but she had to admit that she felt a little better.

They had sat in silence for a bit when Magnus stood up suddenly. He grabbed Clary's hands and pulled her to her feet. She didn't put up a fight. Truthfully she had started to cramp up and felt like she needed to stretch; she just had no desire to move.

"What's going on Magnus?" She asked while she blindly searched the back of her dress for any dirt. Thankfully it didn't feel like there was any.

Magnus took her by the hand and started leading her out of the park, "You're coming home with me." When he saw she was about to argue he interrupted, "Ah, I don't want to hear it. If you are trying not to be found then you will do best not sitting in a shadowhunter training area. Besides I have a shower and extra clothes that you can change into. That is, unless you want to remain in your wedding dress."

She looked down at herself and after a brief thought started walking along side of Magnus heading in the direction of his apartment.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I will be adding more soon. Please feel free to comment. Since I am new to the world of fanfiction I welcome all comments on how to make my stories better.