Hey Guys here is Chapter 3! Long awaited i know but i had a little trouble with it... i wasn't sure how this chapter was going to end and i know your all waiting for it to get interesting and find out who Jamie is but don't worry... soon will all be revealed!

His lonely heart

Chapter 3

Jace Lightwood. Jamie had come to hear that name a million times since she had arrived two weeks ago at the New York institute. The name which sounded strong and fiercesome did not match the man she thought him. Sure Jace was scary at times but it was a mad scary almost like he was losing his mind rather than temper, he was nothing of the warrior she had heard of so many times... And Jamie couldn't help but wonder why?

She knew nothing of the other inhabitants that lived at the institute and she didn't really care because they weren't nearly as fascinating as Jace. Jace seemed to switch on and off, or mysteriously disappear. Sometimes he didn't speak for days and when he did it was though he regretted it straight after, like he had let a huge secret slip. This didn't confuse Jamie half as much as the looks the two eldest Lightwood children would give Jace whenever he turned his back. It was a look of pity and pain almost the look you would share only with a grave stone, loss, pain and regret. He was alive... Why would they feel they had lost him?

Jace Lightwood, the world's biggest mystery. And she was going to crack it.

Midnight sprung as the amazing flash of colour and beauty erupted from the miraculous plant. It soothed his charred heart ever so slightly knowing that there was still beauty and peace outside his little cocoon of pain and despair. He sat and looked up at the stars wondering what Clary was doing right now. Was she happy with rat boy? Was he keeping her safe? Did she ever even think of him? Deep down Jace knew she did and that she still loved him on some level but he would never for a second let himself hope or believe it for if he was ever wrong it would only break him further. The words Valentine had once ingrained into Jace's young mind had never given him peace in two years.

To love is to destroy. And to be loved is to be the one destroyed.

Had Valentine been right? What has love ever done for anybody? Sure it brings us a few sacred moments of pure joy but is it worth a life time of pain?

Isabelle has broken so many hearts but in her greatest moment of love her heart was crumpled.

Maryse and Roberts relationship has been broken ever since the death if Max.

Max... The kind innocent comic freak. He loved everybody and would never hurt a fly yet he was taken and everyone was crushed.

Jace could only see the bad things which had come from love. He had not realized what the love of all these people had given him and what his love gad don't for others. He needed Clary, the most human of them all, to keep his mind set on reality. Yet it was her leaving which had undone him. Can he be saved? Of course he couldn't he was a wreck! He would never pull through this lingering state of torture and loss. Jace was damned to a life of loneliness and Jace accepted it, never once did Jace ever try to fight his way out of the burning chains of a love once lost. Never did Jace stick it to his tormented heart and tell it to move on. No Jace reveled in the burning pain and adrenaline his memories with Clary bought him. Jace thrived on living in the past, his past with Clary, because he was too afraid to face his future without her.

his future was a joke to Jace, a future without Clary was a joke and a bad one at that. Yet fate had thought it funny to watch Jace suffer and suffer and suffer a bit more. Jace was bought up to believe that somewhere the angels were watching and he had always thought that surely if these angels were warriors of the oh so mighty God then they would send him something, someone to show him the light. Then again he had once told Clary what he had thought of God and heaven.

And when I saw him, my father, lying there dead in his own pool of blood I knew I hadn't stopped believing in God, id just stopped believing he cared. There might be a God, Clary, and there might not. Either way, we're on our own.

Jace believed that more now than ever, but it still didn't stop him praying. Some may call it deceitful or even just wrong, praying to a God you don't believe in that is, but Jace never stopped believing so he prayed. He prayed with everything he had.

Jace prayed that they would help him, she him because Jace knew he could never do it alone. Jace prayed for the angels and for Clary he prayed for his siblings and his family.

He thought it all out in his head of course because of someone was to hear his prayers would never come true, just like dreams ad wishing upon a star you never give up your wildest dreams.

"Amen" he had said it with such life and confidence but it was barely heard because at the exact moment the word had left his mouth a loud bang of flying doors boomed through the greenhouse. It shocked Jace so much that his Shadowhunter instincts kicked in.

In less than two seconds he had the intruder pushed up against a wall and a knife at their throat. Then Jace eyes zoomed in on his intruder, she was beautiful and familiar. It was the girl that had moved into the institute. The one he was set on hating. Jamie her name was. She still seemed familiar but from somewhere else. Her hair was so blonde it was almost white and her eyes such a blue that sapphires would seem jealous he was memorized by her and couldn't seem to pull away. Their bodies were pressed together, he back against the wall, they seemed to fit together perfectly. Her chest heaved up and down breathing heavily and her muscles were tight in her arms almost as if she was holding herself back. Jace then zoomed in on the expression on her face, it screamed fear but he couldn't understand why.

"Hey look Jace, I know I'm attractive and all and I know your jealous of my undeniable good looks but slitting my throat isn't going to help anything." The penny dropped then, he still had a knife to her throat. He let his left arm drop and backed away from her.

"Sorry." Was all he said as he made his way back to the bench on the far side of the green house.

What the hell just happened? Jace thought.

What was it about Jamie that bought out a weird side to Jace, one he never showed to anybody else anymore. Jace's sarcasm was the first thing she had dug up and now his loss of control and thought? Who was she? Jace wanted, no needed to know everything about her. Yet they had only met twice and neither under good circumstances. Why did he want to know her? He needn't ask, it was her eyes. Her eyes that were so familiar ones he had seen before but couldn't place. Those same eyes pulled him towards her and he hated it. He hated the need for her or the unfathomable desire to have her set right next to him. Where was it all coming from? Why was this happening? Was it too much to ask to be left alone for the rest of his life? Obviously so.

He felt her presence next to him. She had come to sit down but sat as far away as possible. Almost as if she was afraid of him.

"There's no need to be afraid of me, I won't hurt you." He intended his voice to be bored and uncaring but it came out completely different. It was sincere and emotional almost as if he cared what she thought.

But you do care you idiot! A little voice screamed at Jace but he silenced it. Not wanting to have an inner battle in front of someone. Especially not her.

"Pfft! Like you could hurt me, I was only seconds away from kicking your ass. You couldn't beat me." Her voice was like silk, it wrapped around him. Her comment bought a smile to his lips. God how long had it been since he smiled?

"Next time maybe." he laughed. She couldn't take him but he would let her try if the moment ever arose again. What was going on? He was already thinking about their next meeting when he felt like cursing her name!

"Next time hey? So you plan on holding me at knife point some other time as well? I must be more gorgeous than I once thought." She smiled at him a perfect smile. Her red lips pulled over white teeth. He couldn't believe how perfect she looked. He tried to find a fault, just any fault to try and make her seem real to him and sure enough he found it a slight scar running down from below her ear down below he shirt line. He wanted to know the story behind the scar and before he could help himself his fingers were tracing the scar. He fingers barely touching her but where they did a spark ignited in them. A small gasp escaped her lips meaning she had felt the flame of his touch too.

The gasp bought him back to reality though and with reality came pain. The gasp should have been Clary's gasp it should have been her he was touching not some stranger. He stood up right so quickly Jamie almost missed it and he whispered a good bye before running from the greenhouse.

"What. The. Hell." was all Jamie said before she collapsed further into the bench and let her mind wander over what had just happened; the touch, his eyes his smile. How memorizing he was. Who was he? She needed to know everything about him and soon for she feared he was on the verge of cracking and she needed to save him. Yet she didn't know why.

Why. The question which seemed to be on everyone's lips...

Why?

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