Greetings! First of all, thank you to all of the people who followed, favorite, and reviewed my story! This means a lot to me; I never thought this story would get much attention. Though to some it may seem little, for me it means millions! 3 3 3

I thought it over and yes, I'm going to write a Jace's POV.

So, onward with the story!

Also, thanks to my friend, Nikki, for helping me with the name of my story! 3

Disclaimer:

I don't own the characters, only the storyline.

Jace's POV (twelve year old Jace)

She's leaving. This feels surreal. We've been so many years together that I can't picture being without her.

I told her to go. Even if I don't want her to leave me, she needs to take this opportunity.

I don't think I've fully grasped it yet. But I feel this, sort of, numbing feel in my chest. Like, I'm in shock, or something. It feels horrible. It's almost suffocating. I've considered taking deep breaths to see if I can get rid of the feeling, but to no avail.

(Time skip)

Clary's leaving today.

What I've been waiting for finally hits me. She's leaving.

As if on cue, Clary appears in the hallway. I get out of there running; tears threatening to come out of my eyes. I need to get out of here, is all I think while running.

I don't even know where I'm going. I lift my gaze, then I see where my feet have carried me. Our tree.

When I go sit at the base, is when I start crying. I should be manlier and hold it in, but this just hurts too much.

Just then, something tackles me and I see a flash of red. It's Clary. She's hugging me.

Wow, I never thought I'd say goodbye to her. Ever. I still can't believe she's leaving. I'm going to miss her so much. Those were the thoughts that were running through my head as I was hugging her.

When we parted we said the same thing, at the same time. If we hadn't been so sad, it would've been funny.

"I'll miss you."

Clary's POV

We finally got to my parent's house. Well, I guess my house now. I've never had a home that wasn't the orphanage. When I got there I was very little. I barely remember anything from my old life; I only get flashes.

When I get out of the car, I see the house. The house is huge. It's about three stories high and has a beautiful garden on front.

My new parents are called Jocelyn and Valentine Fairchild. They were really nice people. I had already talked to them at the orphanage.

(Flashback)

"Clary, come here to meet your new parents!" called Madame Dorothea.

"Coming!" I called out.

I entered the room and found a redheaded woman and a pale blond man in their early 30s. I found it amusing, how alike I looked to this woman. She could've really been my mom. We had the same curly, red hair and emerald colored eyes.

The man, in the other hand, I looked nothing alike. He had straight, pale blond hair; and his eyes were jet black, you could barely see the pupil.

They were sitting in the loveseat in the meeting room, their eyes excited. At least, they did really want me, I could see it in their eyes. Jace always said I was the best at reading expressions. Jace… I can't be sad now, I'm going to meet my new parents.

I go and seat in the small sofa in front of them.

"Hello, Clary," they greet me and reach for my hand to shake it, which I do.

"We're your new parents. Our names are Valentine and Jocelyn Fairchild," Jocelyn tells me.

"We are very excited to have you in our family. We've always wanted a daughter," Valentine says.

"I hope you don't mind my question, but why don't you have any children?" I ask.

She laughs softly. "It's okay. I don't mind. We don't have any children because I can't conceive children, so we decided to adopt."

"Oh…ok," I say and smile understandingly.

They smile back and Valentine says, "Why don't we ask each other questions so we can get to know each other? So, what do you like to do?"

"Sounds like a good idea, darling," says Jocelyn.

I nod in agreement and answer enthusiastically, "I like to annoy my best friend with the ducks that are in the pond!"

They laugh and ask, "Why?"

"Because—don't tell him that I told you—he has this gigantic fear of ducks! And I tease him by suggesting to go pet them or get near them and he just freaks!" I say between laughs. Talking or thinking about Jace always brings a smile to my face.

They laugh with me and ask, "What's your best friend's name?"

"His name is Jace. I've known him since I got here and we've been friends ever since."

"Wow. From what we've read about you you've been here for about five years, right?" Jocelyn asks.

I nod.

"So, you two have been friends since then?" she asks.

"Yes. And talking about Jace, I was planning to ask you something…" I trail off.

They nod for me to go on.

"I was wondering if you could adopt him too. I just don't want to leave him alone here. I told him I would stay for him, but he wouldn't let me. I just don't want to lose my best friend."

Jocelyn and Valentine look at each other for a moment, then with a sad expression they answer Clary.

"We're sorry, Clary, but we can't adopt him. We can only bring one home. We wish so much that we could bring him with us, so that you could be with him, but we can't," he said sadly.

"It's okay. I understand."

(End of flashback)

Remembering the good times I had with Jace give me feelings of nostalgia. Yet, I'm happy and grateful that I have them.

Coming back to earth, my parents—it's surprising how easy it is to call them that—come to my side and say, "Welcome to the family, Clary."