I sigh softly, the overpowering rage I felt just seconds ago vanishes in a swift moment as I see her…my red haired angel…
A smile graces her feminine features and fire boils inside of me, setting emotions aflame. Is this so forbidden? How can something this strong and this pure can be so irrevocably wrong?
I study her complexion and watch as her ivory skin turns a slight pink. Realization strikes me, and I look away: I know I have been staring; these days I always seem to do. Yet it is so damnably hard to take my eyes of her. Her copper curls…those beautiful green eyes that always seem to be hiding something…her fumbling fingers…her petite body…All this makes her Clary…my Clary.
My fingers trace across the cold white keys of the piano and begin forming a melody that reminds me of the hard truth: I can never have Clarissa Fray and she can never have me! But this is life and who said life is fair?