AN: I don't actually know what this is, but it randomly just came to me. I should be updating my story, but I guess the next update will be Monday. I appreciate reviews very much, and thanks for reading!

Dear Jace,

Get out of my life. I said go away for a reason, you know? I don't find your groveling cute, of that's what you're going for. You didn't lose me the moment I knew you were with her, you lost me the moment you were with her behind my back, doing things that were just meant for us. And now I'm gone. No buying me coffee in the morning, no leaving flowers outside my door, no stupid little apologies, will ever get me to say yes to you. You saw a beautiful knife, it's name was Kaelie. And you decided to stab me with it. You saw a beautiful hammer, it's name was Kaelie. And you decided to crush me with it. But now I've healed, there's no scar. I'm back on my feet. Go run back to your knife.

I wasted five years of my life on you. I did a little research, and guess what? I was your one and only for sixth months. For the other four and a half years, you were running to make out with Kaelie every time you went to a different room where I wasn't. It's people like Izzy or Magnus I want to be around. The people who knew it would hurt when they told me what they saw, but knew the longer I was oblivious the more it would hurt later. Scratch that, I wasted five and a quarter years on you.

Three months is what it took me to get over you. Three months of waiting for you to come back and beg like you are how now. But now that you are, I feel nothing but contempt.

We're at the reunion right now. You walked in with Kaelie on your arm, exactly where I was at last year's. I wonder who you're cheating on her with, huh? You always were fond of your secretary, Aline. That gets me thinking. Was I the other woman at the beginning of our relationship. Was there some nice girl who was hopelessly in love with you, but then you met me? Then I was just some nice girl who was hopelessly in love with you.

I used to get lost in your golden eyes, used to be able to stare at them for hours and hours. Now I'm shocked by how shallow they were all along.

Oh well, I guess I'd better stop here. You're walking towards my table, to chat or something. I think I'll slip this into your coat pocket when we greet each other. If I succeed, then you're reading this right now. Have a nice day, and never forget that I hate you. Do forget the love we once had, because it's been twisted into something unrecognizable.

Much love,

Clary