Was this really what she wanted?
Clary couldn't help but ask herself this. She thought that Jace was all she had ever wanted in the world. She thought that there would never be anything but love for him in her heart. But the longer she was with him, the more she realized how wrong she really was. The passionate fire that once burned in her for him was fading to black. She felt like everything they did together was routine; training, kissing, going out, kissing, saving people, kissing. It was boring. And even though she wished more than anything for a bit of normal, she couldn't find herself with the normalcy of kissing the same boyfriend in the same way. Things were more fun when they were forbidden.
Clary sighed, wishing she could think of something else. But thoughts of Jace still constantly invaded her brain. This ime, she wasn't daydreaming about the love they could share. This time, her thoughts were of how she would break up with him. She knew that doing so would mean cutting out his heart, but she couldn't pretend anymore. She picked at the hem of the green jacket Luke had gotten her a while go, a nervous habit of hers. She sat in the uncomfortable coffee shop chairs, waiting for him to come in so she could get this over with. She heard a bell, and turned to see the door open. She sighed almost in relief when the man who entered was not Jace. The person who walked in was tall, towering over many of the regulars to the shop. He was slender, but not too thin. His hair was long, black, slicked back. And his eyes glowed a deep shade of green, nearly the same color as her jacket. Clary couldn't help but be entranced by this man, consumed by his elegance. She caught his eye, and looked away from the contact, embarrassed. This was not the time, she told herself. She needed to break up with Jace, first.