Hi! So this is just a story I've been thinking about. I haven't written anything on fanfiction in forever so bear with me.
A bit OOC because of sadness.
This is an all human story
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Everything belongs to Cassie Clare except the plot
Jace POV
Shifting uncomfortably in my chair, I pulled at the black sleeve of my small suit, trying to get it to cover the tanned skin of my arm. I didn't have anything on hand for today, because I never really expected to be sitting here in a church full of people as a preacher, whom I didn't know, talked about my brother who he never met.
My gold eyes scanned the church, taking in the tear stained faces as people caught liquid in white soft sheets of paper balled in their fists. My arm strung its way around the raven-haired girl to my right, pulling her close to my chest. Her eyes casted towards the floor, but I doubted that's what she was actually seeing. She didn't acknowledge my arm, and made no attempt to move towards me.
I pushed her messy dark locks from her face, "it's okay Is." She didn't say anything back, and I felt myself sigh. Something touched my left arm and I jumped suddenly at the contact. Clary.
She gave me a small smile before her hand moved to my thigh and she locked back at the preacher. Her eyes tired and weighed from the events that had transpired from the last couple days.
I didn't do much else the rest of service, my eyes dry and I couldn't really figure out why. He was my brother. I had known him my whole life. I was angry that I couldn't cry. I couldn't shed tears for someone that I loved, and it was driving me nuts.
The pew creaked as we left after service; I never fled from Izzy's side. I felt like she would collapse on the grey concrete if I let her go now. She walked in a trance as we left the church, her whole body moving through the motions but not really registering her surroundings. Simon tried his best to whisper words of comfort from her other side, but they went unheard as we got into the black limo to take us to the graveyard where Izzy's and my brother would be buried.
I helped her in the car, sitting between her and Clary. Our parents joined afterwards, their faces stoic as they sat in the car. Maryse and Robert hadn't shed a tear at the death of their son; instead they remained reserved, trying to keep up appearances with others. Maryse didn't have a hair out of place, her black dress well kept as it flowed down her body. Robert was much the same, his dark hair slicked back, jaw tight, and eyes forward. His expensive suit was bought for just this occasion it seemed. I couldn't bear to look at my adoptive parents. They seemed cold and distant from the whole thing, bored almost.
Clary and I talked to each other about school, trying to keep our minds off the impending task. College didn't seem like a place that existed anymore, more like something that I had dreamed about. In reality, exams were close and I felt weird about returning to normal. There wasn't really a normal after this.
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The ride to the cemetery was shorter than I anticipated. When we arrived in front of the dismal yard, the coffin was laying out covered in flowers. Its wood was polished and clean, just like Maryse and Robert wanted. People gathered slowly around the site quietly. As if it were a disgrace to talk above a whisper at a funeral. Its not like we would break at the sound of their normal voices, if anything, it was the hushed ones that bothered me. Crowding around the grave, I noticed that not everyone from the church wanted to attend the actual burying of a loved one. Each face seemed familiar in some way or another, someone Robert or Maryse had worked with at one point, or that they had invited to the house for dinner. Or they were classmates that talked to Izzy and I. Most of the soccer team from university had shown up, their heads bowed as someone began a prayer.
One person I didn't recognize stood away from the group. He didn't bow his head like the others, but instead kept them on the wood coffin in front of us. I wanted to approach him, to ask him who he was and how he knew my brother. I knew all of my siblings' friends. His black hair hung loosely over his dark skin that stretched underneath his black coat. He seemed to notice me staring, as he began to retreat back to a red convertible where a blonde haired woman with sunglasses sat in the driver seat. Her face looked like someone he had met in a bar once, but he couldn't place it.
I could tell he didn't want to leave by the expression on his face. Staring like he was daring me to charge over and challenge him. I shook my head, looking down briefly, before finding my eyes on Robert.
"Taking you all for coming." His voice stern and unwavering, like he was giving one of his famous speeches. I rolled my eyes a little, every inch of me wanting to slap him. "My son, as you know, was brutally and savagely taken from us on November 28th. Attacked and left for dead in the woods near his apartment building. And while my wife and I are doing everything in our power to track down his murderers and bring them to justice, we are at a lose for who could have done this to such a caring and loving person."
Robert's speech appeared to be written by his secretary, who just read a newspaper and delayed back what she remember, after she went through lengths to figure out anything about Robert Lightwood's eldest son. The speeches went on much the same, but other members of our family decided not to speak. I know Izzy wanted to but she was in no condition to try, so she declined. Clary and Simon's were the only ones to actually say some real and interesting stuff about our brother. Simon opting for a funny route, while Clary's was more beautiful and soulful. Both written from the heart.
All too quickly, it was over and I couldn't move anymore. People left, retreating back to their cars, even Izzy. I couldn't move anymore. My body felt tired and ragged, like I had just ran across the state.
"You coming?" Clary's asked from behind me, and when I didn't answer, she joined me, sitting in the white fold out chair next to me.
"It's weird." I said after a moment, testing to see if the word worked in the sentence. "I didn't think he ever-I mean-"
The red head placed her hand on my back, rubbing small circles as she let me try to get out my words.
"I can't believe he's-" My leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. My hands rolled in a ball together in front of my mouth. It was finally hitting me. My brother's death was finally hitting me. Even though I had wished it millions of times, I didn't know it would be as painful as it was. "He's dead Clary." I looked at her, tears starting to stir in my eyes, and my voice shaky.
I felt like I couldn't say anymore or I would break down in the graveyard. All I could think was: Alec Lightwood is dead. I tried to say it over and over again in my head, trying to wear out the words so they would be old and something I was used to. But each time I said my brother's name, it was like getting punched in the chest harder and harder.
"He's some place better." She said putting her head on my shoulder. I coiled from it, shoving her away as I stood.
"Isn't with his family and better place?" She couldn't respond. Instead she looked away from me, trying to process my sharp words. "I'm sorry Clary. I shouldn't have-"
"-it's okay, Jace. You're hurting." She stood with me, twining her fingers between mine. Leading me away from the dark scene to the waiting limo. I let her, peeking over my shoulder as they lowered the coffin into the ground. My brother was officially gone.
Alec Lightwood was dead.
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So just something super short. Might expand it if I get enough feedback.
Thanks for reading!
