Third person
Clary and Simon turned to look at Jace. Clary could think of ways to discribe the blonde shadowhunter. Angelic. Beautiful. With his golden curly locks and amazing honey gold eyes...he could brake hearts world how he acts came into play. Jace could be sweet but most of the time was a sarcastic know-it-all who most hated. But Clary saw though it to his sweet side. They all knew each other but the blonde shadowhunter wouldn't remember them. Clary just couldnt believe he was alive. Simon,on the other hand, looked disappointed that Jace was alive. Clary just wanted to hold her Jace. To kiss her Jace. To tell him she loves him. To hear him say it back.
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Ahhh...Jace...I thought i killed him. Though every thinks im dead...but they'll see then im going to kill my 'little brother' and that redhead sister of mine. And than all will be well.
Third person
Jace Wayland sat on the slide in Central Park, thinking of who this mundane was. She was beautiful- but not as beautiful as me,Jace thought. Jace must have seen her somewhere before. As, Clary looked up at Jace and met his golden eyes,Jace could feel old memorys pushing to get back. Clarys bright green eyes seemed all to familar to Jace. And her bright fire red hair seem to spark something in the back of his mind. But all too soon Clary turned away and faced weasal boy again. "What does he have that I don't?" Jace mummbled under his breath. Clary stands and grabs weasal boys hand.
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That was close...can't let that happen again!
A/N i know...its short... i type it on my blackberry than sent it to my email than on to here! :) still sucky and a little rough around the details but...btw i own nothing