Disclaimer: Mortal Instruments belong to Cassandra Clare, and I am not her.

Clary p.o.v- 'There had been a weird expression on Jace's face as he had killed that demon in Pandemonium,' Clary thought to herself, 'almost like revenge? But why would he need revenge on a demon for Angel's sake?' She couldn't quite place it. But she knew she didn't like it. She liked when Jace's face was kind, when it was open and unguarded. And, when it was coming closer to hers, like right when he was about to kiss her. She gasped for air and shook her head rapidly, trying to get the thought of kissing Jace out of her head. 'I can't catch my breath, because he is my air. He's the only thing that keeps me alive, so how can I live without him?' Clary's pencil broke in her hand from how hard she was gripping it, and she looked down in shock, only to be more surprised by what she saw.

While she had been thinking, she had also been unconsciously sketching, and now Clary's paper held a picture of Jace, smiling at her. It was so lifelike; she would have wondered how she had compressed him into her sketchbook if it had not been in black and white. She stared at the picture in amazement. Jace appeared to be standing in a beautiful field, with blooming flowers and healthy plants. But then, outside the apparent invisible bubble around him, everything was dead and broken. The shriveled leaves looked almost if they were trying to reach out towards him. Clary shut the book quickly after she saw a flower half in, half out of the circle that had an image almost like her own face on it.

'But that's what its like,' a voice inside her head nagged, 'you're just close enough that you won't die, but you're too far away to be able to live either.' Clary shut her eyes, hoping for sleep, but she lay awake yearning for Jace, unable to sleep if he wasn't with her.

"Great." She muttered sarcastically, "Now not only can I not breathe, but I can't sleep either."

'Like I told you,' the voice came again, 'you can't exist without him. He is your-.' Clary was confused. The voice in her head hadn't finished its sentence, and left her even more sleepless than before.

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-Fiori