A/N: I honestly don't know why I wrote this. It just basically popped up in my head and I was like "Yeah, that sounds like nice story."

Four years, four years had passed by and he still loved her. She was still his everything. His light. His escape, but she wasn't his anymore

He missed the mornings where they would just lay down in bed facing each other; the silence was comfortable around them. Having her around his side was enough. He missed the late nights he would spend at her apartment; watching Netflix.

He missed seeing those green eyes that would sparkle when she gets ideas. He missed her laugh, her voice, and her touch. God, he missed everything about her.

Seeing her now made his heart ache. He was the reason why she drowned herself in depression. Isabelle constantly blames him for Clary's depression. He left when she needed him the most. No letters, no phone calls, no explanation. Gone. It was like he just suddenly disappeared and the sad truth was that he did suddenly disappeared.

Isabelle kept him updated with Clary for the past two years, but after that she suddenly stopped calling him. She blocked his number. She didn't answer his mails. She only said "Stop calling me, I'm done updating you about Clary's condition. Obviously, you won't return so what's the point of keeping you updated if you aren't planning on going back to apologize. Clary's had enough drama." Then she ended the call.

He heard news about Clary from Alec that she's back to her normal self. She distracted herself with painting more than usual. She was always attending Art galleries with Simon and sometimes Alec and Magnus would tag along with them. He should have been the one comforting her, but no, Magnus, Alec, Simon and Isabelle were doing his job. His job of being her boyfriend.

Now he stood across the room from Clary, Magnus and Isabelle. They still didn't notice him staring at them, which was supposedly good. He pay attention to Clary, she had changed. The long red locks that were up to her waist were now resting above her shoulders. She was wearing a white printed blouse with peter pan collars and she was wearing a black high-waisted skirt that stopped above her knees. She was more beautiful than ever. Her smile was contagious that made Jace want to smile too.

It was then that Clary decided to turn around and she locked eyes with him. She froze on the spot and didn't answer what question Magnus was asking. Isabelle and Magnus noticed her state of shock and also turned around to see what caused Clary to freeze. Isabelle inhaled sharply.

Clary felt like she was deer that was caught in the headlights. Jace walked towards them, but stopped to maintain space. Her eyes were beginning to be glossy. After four years, he returns now?

Jace could read what Clary was feeling. He looked at Magnus and Isabelle, both not moving in their spot. He heard the glass doors of the gallery being opened 'more people. Great.' People were now wondering around the gallery.

Jace looked at her again and said, "Clary." with a nod and then people were blocking his view of her. His chance to get away, even if he didn't want to he had no other choice and his feet began to move.

He kept on thinking, what was best for Clary. If he stayed he would just cause trouble for Clary. If staying away from Clary was best for her then he would. He would do anything because he would forever love her. Just like what they said "Always and forever."

For the billionth time, he had made the most retarded decision ever in the first place. He let her go.