Chapter 4 - Iz's P.O.V.
I knew Clary was nice, but making her crush get back together with his ex-girlfriend because she saw that both were moping and sad, and he wouldn't be happy until they were together again? That's being angelic on a whole new level.
I screeched to a stop near the abandoned library, which was Clary's hide-out ever since she and Jace had a tiny spat when they were six and seven. Clary showed me this place last year. No-one else came here.
I entered, calling out her name. "Clary? Clary? I know you're here!"
"What?" A hoarse voice muttered from the 'Fantasy' section. I located her. She was sitting down, everything strewn about her. Her eyes were red, bloodshot and puffy. Tear-streaks were evident on her face. Her mascara and eyeliner had run. She looked broken.
"Oh, sweetheart." I sat down next to her and held her. She looked at me for a second before the waterworks came on again. Sobs wracked her body. She shook and shuddered. I just held her, rocked her and made soothing noises. Finally, she quietened down. I managed to ask the one question I'd wanted to ask since I saw her.
"Why?"
"Because, Iz, he was broken. Didn't you see him? He was utterly broken without her. I... I wouldn't be able to live my life knowing that I could have done something to make him better."
"But... what about..." She interrupted me.
"My feelings for him?" She asked. I nodded. "He doesn't love me." She sniffled, slightly bitterly. "He loves her and as long as he's happy, I'm happy. It doesn't matter that he's taken my heart and smushed it and smashed it so much that it's less than dust. He's happy. And that's what matters. He's happy and he's only happy with her. As long as he's happy, it doesn't matter that he doesn't know I'm in love with him. It doesn't matter that I've loved him since I was ten. It doesn't matter at all. The only thing that matters to me, Isabelle, is that he's happy. Even if it means that I have to kill myself in doing so, I will keep Jace Herondale happy. Until my dying breath, Jace Herondale will be happy. And he'll probably be happy after that, too."
"You... love... Jace?" I asked. "I knew you liked him, but I didn't know you loved him."
She let out a short laugh that sounded sarcastic and bitter. "Yes, Isabelle. I love Jace. I love him and I will love him until I die and if there's a life after that, I will love him then."
I whistled. "That is some serious loving."
"Isabelle Sofia Lightwood." She said. I shut up. When Clary uses full names, you know she means business. "I love him with my mind, body and soul. He only sees me as a friend. He loves Kaelie. I want to die. Whole story in four sentences."
I went quiet. Then, I stood up. "Well, Imma go get Ben'n'Jerry's and then Imma go home, so..."
"I'll meet you there." Her voice was flat. Monotonous. Dead.
