So in regards to my Author's Note last chapter. I just want to make it clear that I hope I didn't come on too strong. I was really only ranting. And I really really didn't expect anyone to read it because it was so long lol. I mostly hoped people would read the first part which explained why I took to so long to update. So If I did offend anyone, I am sorry. It really was not my intent to make people think I was judging them in any way, just wanted to get my point across, and to let you guys know how much I love Jace, and why I love Jace. So again, I don't want anyone to get the wrong impression of me, Sorry if you did. So the next chapter is here. I hope you guys like it. I am going to try and finish this story first, and then get started on one of the other old ones. I haven't decided which one I will start first. it's a hard decision. Hmmmm.

Be patient with me when it comes to the other stories. I have severe writers block with them and I LOVE them to much to just stop. I will be rewriting them and reposting them, and yes I do suggest you look out for them, because I expect them to be pretty different than the originals. Same general plot, just different scene/action.

Simon followed her back into the house, ignoring her distress by only aggravating it further. She rushed her hands through the red locks upon her head, slightly pulling at the back, while squeezing her eyes shut.

"Clary? Clary? Are you hearing me?" he put his hands on her shoulders, this somehow woke her from despair. She pushed him away, making him fall back against the wall. She knew it was wrong to blame him, she knew with every fiber in her being, but what human being doesn't find something to blame for its unfortunate happenings? Simon looked baffled, he stared at her, his face astonished, almost as if he could not believe what was happening.

"What the hell?" He shouted. Standing straight, and getting closer, almost trying to prove something.

"This is your fault." She cried, while storming away, she entered the kitchen and appeared to be completely disoriented. She opened the fridge, took out a carton of orange juice. She closed it, to rush back across the kitchen and open a cabinet and pull out a mug. She slammed the door shut, and reopened the fridge, only to slam it again. She whimpered and brought her hands to her forehead, she felt flushed, almost ready to faint. But she didn't faint.

"How is this my fault? You kissed me back!" He shouted, and it seemed as though it got her to focus. She let out another whimper, as she slowly approached him. He couldn't remember a time when Clary looked so anxious, as if she was losing her mind. Her eyes moved everywhere, but on him. Her hair was a mess, and her face was dirty with tears, and smeared mascara. She shoved him again; she appeared to be losing her strength. The first time she shoved him away it was with much force, but now when she tried, it seemed as though she put as much effort into it as possible, but a wall of some sort stopped her strength short.

"I didn't want you!" She exclaimed, tears still falling down her face. "I just needed to forget! I just wanted to feel loved again! I didn't really want you! I imagined you to be Jace! I imagined his hands on me, and his hair as your hair, and his lips as yours. But it wasn't him, it was you! It was the biggest disappointment when I opened my eyes and realized who it was that I was kissing! And Jace saw. He hates me now!" She broke down in sobs, and absently found a chair not far from where she stood, and fell into it.

"You used me?" Simon almost gasped. There was a part of him that had the deepest sympathies for her actions, but the fact that she used him over clouded his mind. His best friend since he was a child had betrayed him more harshly than anyone in his life. She only kissed him, because she missed Jace? He had hoped that deep down she did have feelings for him. Like it would be one of those Nicolas Sparks stories where the girl suddenly realizes her love years down the road. It would take aging, maturing, and experience for the girl in his book to finally turn and see only him in the world. But even now after everything she only saw Jace in her world, and it hurt terribly.

He also surprised himself; he had assumed he had gotten over Clary. What he did was unexpected on his own accord. He cared for Isabelle, he knew and established that. Why had he kissed Clary? He realized that his subconscious had not forgotten his love for her. He was still in love with Clary, and for that he hated himself. He began to mentally pray Clary would not tell Isabelle, than he realized. Clary didn't have to; Jace was on his way home in a rush of anger. Isabelle was bound to learn why Jace was in the state he was in. What had he done?

"I can't believe you, Clary!?" Simon shouted at her. Now it was his turn to take his anguish out on something or someone. "You have led me on for years! And yet here you are still pining for you precious Golden Angel!"

"Led you on?! I never- Do you not care, that wherever he is, that he is deeply hurt?" She countered, still hysterical.

"No!" He surprised her with his honesty. "I don't! I don't care about him, I hate him. For the hundredth-thousandth time I hate that piece of shit! He has done nothing for you! He ignored his own child, he treated you like shit since Luca was born, and yet here you are…" he was hysterical now, laughing without humor, and nearly ripping his hair from his scalp. "You are still pinning over him like a lost puppy! You know, I used to think you were different, better than those other girls, but you're just like them! You stay with the same piece of shit, who treats you like a piece of shit! Why?! I don't understand WHY? Why stay with him!?" Clary went to respond, but Simon laughed, cutting her off from words. "Oh, let me guess, don't tell me, you love him, right? Well, I love you, what makes me different from him, aside from the fact that I wouldn't abandon my family, and emotionally abuse the mother of my child! Why not me!?" He yelled so loud, that Clary flinched, not because she was afraid of him at all, but because she was afraid the neighbors would hear and call the police.

Clary watched Simon have his own mental breakdown, and despite the fact that she knew from the moment she turned around from the driveway that she should not blame Simon. She knew when she marched back in the house with Simon on her heels. She knew the moment she locked lips with him that she should not blame him. She knew now, that she was wrong in many of her actions. But despite all that his words angered her. She had the strongest urge to scream and throw things at him. She wanted to strangle the words that left his throat. She wanted him to suffer for saying such horrible things about Jace. That's when it dawned on her.

She would be lying if she said she didn't hate herself for not loving Simon the way he wanted her to. She honestly, could not explain why, in full detail, she chose Jace. Now she found her answer. She did love Simon, as friend of course, and she would never stop loving him. He could hate her, and never dark on her doorstep again, and she'd still love him. But she realized that he was not always the person she thought he was. Her whole life she thought Simon to be humble, caring, and kind. She could picture him homing innocent lost children. She saw him befriending someone like Jace, who was as lost and alone as it gets.

But Simon was none of those things. He wasn't a terrible, evil person. Angel no! But he was not perfect. Who was? But that was not the point. The judgments he just made on Jace were all based on things he only saw on the surface. She had spent countless times with Jace. He wasn't abusive, and he did love his son. Jace has just always had a problem that didn't spike until now. The Therapist even said it. The birth of children often induced psychological problems in people. Jace was one of them. He was incredibly scarred as a child, and he suffered from a mental illness.

The anger inside her rose to its limits. And she stood from her chair, staring darkly into Simon's eyes. "You insult my family?" She laughed. "What makes you think you would be a better father than Jace? If I remember correctly you were a controlling boyfriend."

"What?" He gasped. "What the fu- I was never controlling!"

"Oh, yes you were." She nodded. "When I thought Jace was my brother, you wanted me to stay away from him. Despite the fact that- if I was, he needed me, his only family. But if you had your way, you'd handcuff me to anything that would keep me from him."

"Because I knew about his feelings for you!" He shrieked, losing his temper. "I didn't trust him!"

"Or!" She stopped him. "You didn't trust me…" Simon's tongue was caught in his throat. He tried to swallow it, to get it to slip away. His thoughts jumped to the fact that she betrayed Jace just now, with him. Maybe he didn't trust her. Maybe he never could when it came to love. "You also didn't agree with me embracing what I am. A Shadowhunter, a Nephilim. You hated it. You constantly criticized Isabelle, Alec, and Jace for being judgmental against Mundanes."

She took a breath.

"You were right," Her voice softened, only to become as sharp as ice soon enough. "They were wrong, but you're a hypocrite. You hated them for what they were. You despised them. I remember, when Luke gave me my mother's stele, you were cold about it. You wanted me to be the image you painted me to be. And you hated to realize that for once I had a personality that wasn't entirely matching your own. Jace didn't treat me that way. Jace embraced my strength. When he would hug me, he hugged me with such force, because he knew that it took a lot for me to break. But you treated me like I was fragile, like I couldn't even handle training, or protecting my mother. Instead of turning my nose to Jace, I taught him, I taught him that humans can be just as strong without Angelic blood, without any physical training. He saw the strength in me despite how small I was, or how ordinary." A tear slipped down her face, and she sniffed it back, her nose making wet noises.

"How dare you judge my family, maybe you're right about Jace, maybe not, but insulting him means you insult my child! And Luca did nothing. I have been alone with Jace, I have seen his strength in love. I have seen whom he is deep inside. You don't know him. You don't know anything about him!" She sniffed again, and wiped her nose with her sleeve like a four-year-old. "Now get out of my house!"

Simon glared at her, both of them silent for what felt like forever, but it was only a minute or so. She was about to scream for him to leave, when he finally turned on his heal, and walked out her front door like a human. Clary took a deep breath. The things she said; they were horrible, she knew that, but she felt she needed to say those things. She still loved him, and she hoped deep down that they would soon forget about all of this and move on, becoming good friends again. Not that it'll ever be the same again. She realized she needed to speak with Jace, but now was not the time. Wherever Jace was, he was too worked up to even look at her, and she was the same. She slowly walked to her bedroom, crawled under the covers, and let herself drift off to sleep. Hoping to sleep away the anxiety in her muscles.

"Why, Clarissa I won't be expecting you and Jace for another week now." Dr. Bartel said while standing in her doorway. Her hair was in her usual messy bun, with her black-rimmed glasses sitting at the edge of her nose.

"I know, but I need to talk to you." Clary caught herself begging, which gave her a small sort of surprise. But she was desperate. She needed the advice from a professional.

"Just you?" She asked. Clary nodded.

"Just me." Dr. Bartel nodded and let her in, gently closing the door. She offered to take Clary's coat, but for some reason it made Clary feel safe, she shook her head, hugging it tighter to her body. Dr. Bartel nodded, almost like she already knew why. They both entered the usual living room, while a man called from the stairs.

"Who is it, babe?"

"A client. Do you mind letting us have some privacy, sweetie?" She asked politely, but Clary felt like Dr. Bartel was slightly nervous. When she locked a gaze with the man, whom was Bartel's husband, she saw he was tall, very thin, and blonde. His eyes blue and his hair line was receding back on his forehead. She wondered how old he was. Dr. Bartel seemed young, maybe twenty-eight or thirty, her husband looked somewhat older. Maybe thirty-five, or thirty-eight. The man smiled at the both of them, nodding once, before ascending the stairs.

"Now worries, I'll be in my office." He said as he slowly disappeared. Dr. Bartel called back with agreement, then turned to Clary.

"I apologize if this is not private enough for you. If you wish we can go in another room where we would have more privacy or even leave and go elsewhere."

"No!" Clary rushly announced. "I am intruding enough as it is. You weren't even expecting me. And to be honest, I don't even mind if he hears. I did something horrible, and I deserve judgment." Kristen Bartel pressed her lips together, and laced her fingers with her own. She wasn't even necessarily dressed for the occasion. She wore a long sleeved black and white striped shirt, and black capri pants with white tennis shoes.

"Of course, but it is unprofessional of me."

"Honestly," Clary stopped her. "If you want a recording of me agreeing to this setting, I'll do it. I'll even swear on the Bible, while you also record that. I am desperate, so I mean it when I say I do not mind."

Bartel chuckled, and placed a hand on Clary's shoulder. "None of that will be necessary, come along, tell me what is eating you." Clary let lose on everything. How she felt about the separation, and how much she missed Jace. She told her about her cheating, about Jace's reaction. She did not intend to tell her about her argument with Simon, she actually felt it was irrelevant.

"What should I do? I don't mean to go to you as if you were God, or something. I mean it when I say that I want a professional's opinion."

"Well," Dr. Bartel started, her one leg swung over the over, her hands clasped over her knee. "The only thing you can do is take it one step at a time. You can't rush it, he is deeply hurt right now, and he is not going to heal overnight…." She paused. "He may never heal from it." That's not exactly what Clary wanted to hear, she was kidding herself if she expected anything less. Clary leaned forward, burying her face in her hands.

"I was so stupid, so selfish!"

If Kristen said she didn't feel a small amount of disgust for the girl, she'd be a down right dirty liar. But her job had required work. She could not get personally involved and let her emotions run rabid. Of all times for Clarissa to cheat, she chose a time when her loved one was the weakest. Kristen read Jace like an open book. He was much more sensitive than he let on, he was a boy brought on by a lot of troubles in his childhood. Which was common in cases of child abuse, especially with boys. They hold it all in, and it explodes all at once, which is never healthy, but hardly avoidable. He was intelligent, and that also plays a role in an ultimate demise. There's the saying that there is a "fine line between intelligence and insanity" those who are incredibly intelligent end up being societie's sociopaths, or the ones who crack under pressure. Jace was the latter.

Of course, any person under pressure will crack.

And she was afraid Clary may have pushed Jace to that point. She made a note to call him when this session was over. To check on him, and make sure he was okay. She understood for the most part. Clary was lost, stressed, too young to be handling this much anxiety. Not that there haven't been children this young with the same problems, and not that Clary was an ordinary nineteen-year-old girl either. However, just because someone has taken up a lot on their shoulders at a young age, and pulled through does not mean they are superhuman and can handle anything. Clary is only human, and she deserves to be seen as such.

"I don't want him to think I don't love him." She cried. "I do so much. I didn't even want to kiss Simon, I just… I just miss the contact. Jace hasn't touched me in so long, that I was afraid I was going to burst." Clary paused, and sucked in a breath, and exhaled very slowly. "I guess I did burst, huh." Kristen nodded.

"The best you can do is show him you love him. And the best I can do is to tell you to be patient. I can't force him, nor even talk him into trusting you again. I am not a miracle worker, Clary. I am a Therapist, a Psychologist. I do the best I can with what my abilities offer. I give you my insight, my medical perspective, as well as my psychological perspective. I give advice, and solutions, it does not always mean that it's the answer, or that it'll even work if it IS the answer. The best I can do on his part is give him another perspective, your perspective. But at the moment it doesn't matter what I say, what you say, or even what God himself says, his emotions are going awol at the moment. It'll start out as depression, regret, and self doubt. Then it'll progress to resentment, anger… eventually- possibly… hatred."

Clary gasped at the last word escaping Kristen's lips. Could Jace possibly hate her? But it was only a kiss, it wasn't like she slept with Simon. She knows she would have never gone that far. She almost broke down in tears at Kristen's words. She felt something soft at her fingertips and realized Kristen was trying to hand her a tissue.

"I didn't mean to frighten you. When I say hatred, I don't mean that his love for you will burn out. It isn't that easy to get rid of love. We can be hurt many times by the same person who should be the last person to hurt you, a parent, perhaps. And yet, it doesn't matter how much they hurt you, you can't stop the love, which probably makes the hurt much more severe." Kristen spoke as softly as she possibly could, leaning her elbows on her thighs, almost trying to get closer. "That's why some people beg the forces of nature to remove the love, to help make it easier."

Clary's thoughts went straight to Jace. He still loved Valentine even after all the abuse, and emotional torture. He still loved him, even when he almost brought the blade down upon her head. He still loved Valentine when he got kicked out of the Institute, he still loved him despite everything. But at the same time, Jace hated him, hated him for tearing her and Jace apart, hated him for the abuse, hated him for the neglect, and the insanity. But one thing was a fact, Jace didn't love Valentine like he loved the Lightwoods, or Clary. He'd die for them, sacrifice anything for them. Not Valentine, he wouldn't sacrifice a thing for him, and now she feared that Jace would place her on the same shelf that he placed Valentine. What had she done?

"But if it were that easy, it would be more simpler" Kristen continued. "But also much less magical.

It didn't take long before Isabelle somehow found out Clary was in the institute, she had chased her down like a dog following its scent. Clary had been slammed against the wall, her spine radiated up to her skull, but she fought the reaction to the pain. Something she had obviously learned from Jace.

"What the fuck!?" Isabelle shouted. "You can't be here!" She shoved her again; it was like Isabelle was trying to blast her through the wall. "Seeing you will only make him worse!" Clary went to gently squeeze out from her grasp, but Iz slammed her again. "You complained about him like a bratty child, and then you do this? You are the only person who got him to love again, and you threw it in his face!"

"Isabelle, that is enough!" Alec came out of nowhere, and took Clary by surprised, she had expected him to be the one to drill her a new asshole. Instead he was pulling Isabelle off of her, lecturing her time and time again.

"This is between Jace and Clary."

"What!? She destroyed your best friend! Your Parabatai, and you're sticking up for her?"

"I am not sticking up for anyone, especially Clary." Alec's eyes finally landed on Clary, and they were not kind. She could feel her skin crawl, so much for thinking he was on her side. Not that she believed that she deserved any allies at the moment, but it would at least feel nice.

"But," Alec continued, bringing his gaze back to Isabelle. "You can't go around attacking her. It's not exactly the answer either. You let them fight their own battles." Iz ripped her arm out from his grasp, and backed away.

"What the fuck ever." She grunted under her breath and stormed away, but not before glaring at Clary one last time. Alec turned to Clary who was still leaning up against the wall. She watched him closely; almost worried he'd strike her. It's not like he hasn't done it before. Back when he shoved Clary so swiftly against the wall that the back of her skull bounced painfully.

"Listen to me, Clary." He pointed a finger in her face. "You fucked up, and I can tell that you know you fucked up. But when you go in there, don't fucking make it worse. Izzy's right, that is my best friend in there, my brother and Parabatai, and don't think I am standing up for you in any way. Because I am not, but insulting you, and attacking you like Izzy just did, will also hurt my brother. So I won't."

"Thanks Alec." Clary whispered softly.

"Don't thank me yet." And just like that Alec walked away, disappearing within the distance down the corridor.

Clary pushed herself off the wall, and slowly made her way down to Jace's old room. The door was shut; she assumed it to be locked. She became frightened that if he knew that it was her he'd send her away, but invading on his privacy worried her too, but she needed this chance. She placed her hand on the knob, turning it carefully and slowly, no budge. It was locked, just like she had suspected. She drew out her stele pressing it against the door, hoping to think of something that was not as nearly as strong as "Open" instead the word "Seek" entered her mind, and she began to draw. She heard the latch of the lock turn. She gasped, hoping it didn't alert Jace on the other side. Angel knows that his hearing is nearly just as sensitive as Luke's. She turned the knob as silently as she could. She was not prepared for the sight.

Papers were strewn all over the floor. The fireplace was going, and she could see the remnants of burnt paper within it. The ashes floated out into the air, the red and gold of the light slowly fading about them, until the ash somehow faded from her eye. There was Jace, sitting on the floor, ripping page, after page from a book.

"Don't be so quiet…" His whisper echoed to her ears. "You think I didn't already know you were standing outside that door before you ungraciously unlocked it?"

"Jace.."

"I hate these books." He stopped her, while ripping out a page. "Love stories are bullshit." Another page. "None of this is real." Another page

"Jace.." She whispered again, fully entering the bedroom, and gently shutting the door behind her.

"What the fuck you doing here, Clarissa?" He said, putting down the book and standing up. Clary flinched at him using her birth name. He never called her Clarissa before. His voice was sounding more human with age. She wasn't sure if it was because of the human accents of New York got to him, or if he was desperately trying to bury his past by completely eradicating the accent of his homeland. Not that she ever sensed a strong one, but she assumed the latter. He hasn't shaved. He had never gone this long without shaving. She now knows that his facial hair is darker than the hair on his head. Not black, but darker. She couldn't help but find it attractive. But now was not the time to be thinking such things."

"I wanted to talk…"

"Talk…?" Jace smiled, but it didn't meet his eyes.

"Isabelle-"

"Hates you?" He jumped ahead of her words. "Ah, that's an understatement. I didn't tell her about you and Simon though." Clary's eyes popped.

"You didn't? Then how did she-"

"I never said who you were with. Just that I walked in on it. You can tell that Satanic-Blood-Sucker 'You're fucking welcome!'" He wore only a white t-shirt that clung to his muscles, a pair of blue jeans and bear-foot. "Not that he deserves it," Jace continues. "Not only did I get stabbed in the back, but so did my sister." Clary internally winced at that one.

"Jace." She forced her voice to be firm. "Please, can we be civil, okay?"

"Fine." He sat down in his armchair. The same chair he sat in when he held that small piece of the portal in his hand. The same piece that he squeezed tight in his palm until red dripped down his wrist. When he declared that the family ring meant nothing to him.

"Jace, I'm sorry okay. I am sorry, I didn't mean to kiss Simon."

"Didn't mean to? Hm, when I came in it seemed as though you were really into it, you were practically in his fucking lap!" He began shouting, and stood up.

"I meant that-"

"You know what, I get it. I do. But instead of fucking going around behind my back, maybe a fucking phone call or a-"

"What!?" She stood closer to him, almost trying to seem taller, not that she succeeded. "You left me! That stupid therapist said to separate and you agreed. How do you think it made me feel, knowing that you didn't want to be with me!? Did you date? I bet you saw girls all the time!" Jace's eyes bugged out from his head, she saw his face twitch and the vein in his throat rise.

"I didn't fucking leave you! She suggested it, and I thought it was a good idea. I fucking never even looked at another girl. I sleep twenty-four-seven because of this stupid fucking medication! I just wanted a break, that doesn't fucking translate to: that I wanted to break up with you! It's normal Clarissa, couples do it all the fucking time! I just wanted a few nights rest!"

"But you didn't even think to talk about it with me!" She was crying now, she wanted to slam her hands on his chest.

"Because I can't talk to you anymore! I tried, and you went fucking psycho on me! You think you're better than me! Both you and your psychotic, stuck up, bitch of a mother! I don't hold the baby right, I don't feed him correctly, I change his diaper too roughly, no wonder why I hated him at first, it was because of you!"

Clary jumped back as if he slapped her. Bullshit, he hated Luca the moment he was born. She had nothing to do with his feelings for the baby. "Yeah? When were you going to tell me the baby said his first word, Jace? I am his mother I have the right to know that!"

Jace's hands went straight to his hair, he pulled it back as he let out a growl. "After everything that happened I forgot. Sorry but a lot has been on my mind lately, ya think!?"

"Me too, Jace! You're not the only one in this relationship!"

"Sometimes I wish I was, it'd be easier to shut your ass up!" Without even thinking her hand came up and made hard contact across his face. His head turned to the side, a red handprint already beginning to appear. He turned his face back towards her, his golden eyes smouldering.

"What are you going to do?" She asked, her voice deadly calm. "Hit me back? Go on, I dare you. You will never see Luca again."

"Oh…" Jace chuckled, his humor absent. "It's alright for you to hit me, but if I hit you then it's domestic violence." He laughed again. "You're not worth the trouble it would take to hit you." He got closer to her, while she slowly backed away. With each step he took forward, she took one step back. "You betrayed me when you got pregnant. I told you I didn't want children, and you got pregnant anyways. How is that fair? You never even tried to talk me into children, you didn't take your pill, and how's that? You're pregnant! Women are always talking shit about choice, and the right to a choice. What about me? Don't I get a choice? Why the fuck isn't their birth control for men? I told you that I only wanted you. The love of my life. Then you became pregnant. And now I do love baby." His eyes were soaked in tears, they poured out over his cheeks like running water. Clary was now backed up against the wall, with him still raging on.

"You know why I love him now? Because when I held him he smiled, when I talked to him he would smile. I can't remember the last time you even smiled at me. Ever since you got pregnant you stopped loving me. You became like every girl, not my girl."

Simon's words echoed in her head. "I used to think you were different, better than those other girls, but you're just like them!"

Jace was sobbing now, he had fallen to his knees sobbing like a child. Tears filled her own eyes as her fingers ran through his gold curls, the familiar silk made her want to sigh. She slowly bent down to his level, his eyes directed at the floor between them, not daring to look at her.

"Then I saw you with Simon, and I knew you didn't love me anymore." He squeezed her, holding her closer. "And as much as I love Luca, I can't live without you, I just can't. I told Kristen to take me off the meds, I couldn't take sleeping all the time, but as soon as I was off them, the insomnia came back. I tossed and turned at night, I had nightmares that Luca fell out a window."

Clary gasped, she pulled him closer, but he didn't act as though she was responding to his touch, his face was still looking down between them. Like he was ashamed of his tears.
"I can't take this anymore, I don't want to hurt anymore. I came to the house…" he stuttered, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. "I came to the house because I only ever slept through a night when I was lying next to you."

And his eyes finally reached hers. They were dull, empty of life. Clary cupped his face in her hands, trying to take in all over him. He was so broken and alone, and she couldn't help but feel responsible in some way or another.

1.) for the record, the part about Jace's accent: I know there are a lot of sensitive people when it comes to the City Of Bones movie. I am completely fine with a british accent for Jace. It's just I pictured him, Alec and Iz to be American, and I only pictured Valentine, Aline and whoever else that was still residing in Idris to still have an accent. I pictured Jace to have a bad boy accent. Kind of like Paul Walker. Go watch some YouTube clips of him from the movie Running Scared, his voice in that movie is how I pictured Jace's voice. And note: this is SERIOUSLY a personal representation of my imagination. A british accent on Jace is perfectly fine as well.

2.) Since I have been absent on here for over a year, and of course a movie about this has come out since... I have to give my 2 cents and be honest. I really didn't enjoy the movie. It was very loyal, loyalty to the book was not my main problem. Yes there were things that were changed that I didn't agree with, but overall the loyalty wasn't bad until the ending. I hated Valentine, he was a psycho and he was so contained in the book. People think a sweaty guy, screaming at the top of his lungs, looking like he's trying to take a big shit is scary. Well... remember that I think serial killers are the most amazing creatures on this planet, and to me they are scarier, because they are usually calm and collected. Like a Lion hunting for its pray. I pictured Valentine's personality more like that of a serial killer. Robert stole the show, he was an amazing Simon. Jamie didn't do bad, but he didn't "nail it" in my opinion. And neither did Lilly, I felt they both tried way too hard. Pacing, editing, screenplay, all of that was awful not the loyalty. Too much content was squeezed into small amount of time. I am in film school, and I am not saying that my opinion is fact or anything, but we're trained to properly critique films, including our own. And there were a lot of other things that made the movie fall flat. There I said my peace. I could say more but it would be too long.

2.) Jamie did a good job, and he is a cool guy and all, but truthfully, I still could not VISUALLY see him as Jace. I closed my eyes a couple of times to see if that helped and some of the times it did. But I just don't find the guy attractive. I just don't. He did a pretty decent job portraying Jace and everything, but as far as my sexual attraction there is absolutely no spark. Sorry :(

So review, let me know what you think of Jace and Clary's argument.

They are not better yet, remember this takes time in a relationship...