He woke up to the sweet smell of pancakes in the early morning.
He got up and followed his nose to the cause of it. There she was, standing right in front of the kitchen plate.
She was humming to herself. It sounded like a lullaby. It sounded like the beginning of hope.
He crept silently closer to her and attacked.
"Jace! Stop! That tickles!" He removed her hair from her shoulder and kissed her neck softly. It was like he was afraid she would break.
"Jace, at least eat your pancakes!"
"But I'm hungry for something else." He whispered closely to her ear.
She turned around in his arms and held a finger in front of his awaiting lips.
"No, not in front of Alexis."
"Who?" He frowned. They didn't invite anyone to this house.
Wait this house? Whose house was this?
"Our daughter of course! Don't you remember her? She's sleeping there in the corner." She said amused. The baby started crying.
Baby? Daughter?
He looked more closely to Clary. Suddenly this perfect world fell apart.
Clary was slowly breaking into peaces. The kitchen was fading to black. The cries turned silent and only 3 words were heard from her apart-falling lips,
I love you
This was a dream. This dream told what the future could have been.
Clary would have been the perfect mother. The perfect cook. The perfect wife. The perfect everything.
If she hadn't died.
He was just sitting on his bed playing the guitar when a his cellphone rang.
"Are you happy now? Why did you have to break her heart?! She's dead, you assh-"
"Who is this? Who is dead?" I asked freaked out but the familiar voice.
"Magnus. Clary is dead. Happy?" The call ended.
Jace was still holding his phone to his ear.
Happy?
Happy. Why would he be happy? He loved her. She was his angel.
He would do anything for her.
He slowly put his phone down, placed his guitar besides the bed, and stepped to the front door.
He didn't feel anything.
His love was dead.
He walked to his motorcycle. He took his helmet and sat down on the rough leather.
His love was dead.
He started it and went full speed to the nearest hospital he knew.
His love was dead.
Suddenly he heard a car screeching and lights flashing.
His love was dead
He remembered the one time this happened with Clary
"Hold on tight! It's going to be a scary ride!" He told Clary teasingly while holding out a hand for her to help.
"Stop it, Jace!" She said as she took his hand and sat behind him.
"Jace, is your helmet safe?"
"Wow, first time someone asked me that. Normally they just say that they don't feel safe when I'm driving."
"I don't care who drives as long as I don't land in a hospital. Nor the driver does." She looked pointedly at him.
"Relax. I have a licence and I have never been in an accident."
"Everything has a first time." She countered.
"Okay, let's go!"
"Wait ,your helme-" He didn't let her finish the sentence. The engine roared and they took off.
"Where are we going?" She asked while holding him tightly.
"Not going to tell." He sped up and felt Clary's arms get tighter around his middle.
"Jace? Stop, this is dangerous." She screamed at him, but he couldn't hear it above the sound of the wind.
"What?" He turned his head around.
"LOOK OUT!" She pointed in front of him.
He turned his eyes back to the road and saw a upcoming car.
They say that when your in danger, everything moves in slow-motion.
That's not true.
It goes fast and without mercy.
The lights flashed, the brakes screeched, the motorcycle went sideways, his helmet flew off his head, Clary held on tighter than ever, they got thrown of the motorcycle.
He felt his arm bleeding, his leg hurting, and his vision was blurred.
"Hold on, Jace!" He saw an angel with soft emerald eyes and red flaming hair. Red like the ever-burning fire of hope.
"Stay close to me!" He knew she was also hurt. She didn't show it, her eyes only looked at him.
She was the bringer of hope, the giver of hope and the saver of bravery.
"The ambulance will be here in a second!" Her eyes filled with worry, kept him awake.
Never in his life would he forget those selfless emerald-green eyes, filled with worry, hope, love and kindness.
Once again he landed on the cold asphalt. But this time there were no eyes of an angel looking after him.
Once again he felt numb. He didn't hear the people around him asking if everything was alright.
Once again he realized that nothing was right.
His love was dead.
He searched for his motorcycle and saw it was good enough to get to the hospital.
He got on and rushed to the hospital despite his bleeding wounds.
He wanted to see his love. He wanted to see those beautiful eyes of his angel.
He arrived at the hospital and walked right in.
There he saw all the people he didn't want to see.
The broken brother, the absent-minded Alec, the aghast Magnus, the silent Simon, the infernal Isabella.
They turned to him and one by one he saw their expressions change.
From grieve to disgust. From pain to hate. From sad to angry. From expressionless to fierce. From hurt to guilt.
He didn't let them speak, he walked away to where he thought Clary would lay.
He saw her pale face and scarred body.
Scarred? He only noticed it now, never before.
Never before has he noticed that the eyes that filled with hope, care and love were also full of sadness, pain and sorrow.
Never before has he noticed that her flaming hair that resembled the fire of hope also resembled the fire of hell burning inside her?
Never before has he noticed that her frail body was covered in scars all along.
Was everything a lie or was he just to blind to see the truth.
He turned around and walked outside the room and once again he saw them.
The one that called them walked up to him.
"Here, I hope you're satisfied." He walked out with Alec closely behind.
"Sorry." He looked up and saw Isabella look at her lap. She stood up and also went outside.
Simon said nothing and just walked past him, looking at the ground.
He looked at the paper that was given to him.
...I loved you but I was not more than 15 bucks to you
Something that's broken can't be repaired you're right...
You weren't broken, you didn't need to be repaired.
I love you with my whole heart.
I turned the paper around and was shocked by what I saw.
It was a beautiful drawing covered in blood.
A girl was falling into the depths of the never-ending darkness.
Her dress was flying around her.
He looked more closely and saw some removed lines. They looked like chains. The chains that originally kept the girl from falling into the darkness were erased.
"Jace, do you believe in destiny?" Clary asked him.
He thought about it for some time.
"Depends on the situation, I guess."
"How do you mean?"
"Destiny is just a theory, right? So we don't know if it's true, right? In my opinion it applies to certain moments, but not all of them."
"Example please..." She demanded cutely.
"Well I believe that I have a destiny, but the rest in life is just luck."
"So you say meeting me is luck?" She pouted.
"No, it was destiny that I met you, but luck that you have faith in me."
"Sometimes you can be so romantic."
"What's you view on destiny and luck?" He asked curiously.
"I believe luck can be a curse of life. If you have 99 cases of bad luck but 1 case of good luck, you'll forget the bad luck and remember the good luck."
"What's wrong with remembering the good luck?" He asked confused
"Because good luck manipulates you in redoing the 99 cases of bad luck just so you can have the good one."
He turned silent from that. It held truth in it and intelligence.
"And destiny?" He said after some silence.
"Remember that one drawing of chains?" He nodded.
"I believe that we are all chained down to destiny and there is no way we can liberate ourselves."
Destiny is a scary word.
To some it is the synonym of 'what's to come', to others it's the antonym of hope.
The border between destiny ans luck is also very thin.
So thin that it falls apart with the slightest touch.
Luck can easily become a new light of hope, a new encounter, a new flame.
But it can also easily become a black hole of doubt, a new enemy or a smoldering fire.
Life is luck and luck is destiny.
Does that means that life is destiny?
We are all chained down to our destiny and there is no way we can liberate ourselves
We are all chained down to our life and there is no way we can liberate ourselves
I'm terribly sorry from the more-than-a-year wait! I just didn't know what to do and I wrote this in a time I was depressed so I had inspiration, now I'm less depressed so less inspiration... Wow that's a bad excuse! BUT I'm happy I got to finish this story. I hope you all liked. I will correct the grammer in the old chapters for the next couple of days
Just to mention this:
More than the half of this story is based on my view on life in hard times and good times.
BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN THAT I APPROVE OF SUICIDE!