You disgusting prick, she said no. She said she didn't love you, she didn't want you. So why, why did you do this? You fucking asshole she hates you and you know why. You hurt her, that's all you do. She said it, she told you.

Jace was sitting on top of an unconscious bloody Sebastian, all he could think about was her. Not assault charges, not getting Sebastian or himself to a hospitable, they both deserved to die anyway, they had both hurt her.

"Clary" he called out between sobs "I'm sorry". And he was, but not about this, not about Sebastian, he was an asshole, he didn't deserve her either. No he was sorry he couldn't be more, he couldn't be enough. She deserved everything and he couldn't give it to her.

And then there she was, like she just magically appeared, standing in front of him. She was beautiful. You don't deserve her, you don't.

He kept his head down he couldn't look at her any longer, couldn't see the pain he caused. Couldn't see the hatred, which was surly in her eyes.

He heard the gasp followed by her sneakers hitting the ground, as she ran. This time he didn't follow, he never would again.

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She didn't go home, she didn't need her things. She didn't take her car. She didn't take her phone. She didn't want them, didn't need them. She was going, again, she had to leave and wanted nothing of her old life.

She ran all 20 blocks to the subway station not wanting the one near him. She toke the train to the airport and got the first available plain not even bothering to find out where she was going. She ended up in Bangor, Main.

A new life, one without relationships, men or even friends she didn't them. Always taught to get by on her own and she wouldn't even do that, but now she didn't have a choice.

She opened an art studio a small one, even used a fake name, just encase he was looking. She sold her art, under a fake name. Clary Fray was gone, she was Elizabeth Morgenstern now the name her father would have chosen, if he had bothered to name her.

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I dreamt about you last night. The way you looked at me the shock horror, hatred. I don't blame you Clary. I'd be amazed if you didn't hate me. I just don't understand why you actually left the city. I would have left if you asked me too. After that, it's the least I could have done.

I'm not sorry for what I did to Sebastian, he hurt you. He wanted you to hurt, I saw your bruises, you aren't very good at hiding them. He's alive by the way, doing better now.

I went to your apartment yesterday, you left everything there. I've been paying your rent encase you ever want to come back. Although it been two years I doubt you would.

God I miss you. I promised myself I'd stop chasing a girl, who really just wanted me to leave her alone, but I can't let you go. I've tried, oh believe me I have but you'll always be apart of me. I really don't understand why you're so special but you are. I've dated girls since you, ones like you: passionate, redhead, short, artistic, weird in an adorable way, funny, cute. None of them are you.

This one e-mail Clary, one email, that's all I'm asking of you. Just one e-mail, tell me how you're doing.

~Love Jace.

Jace stared at the screen, his throat tight, eyes stinging. All he had to do was hit send. But did he really deserve to do that, did she even still use her e-mail? It had been two years, he had to move on. This one e-mail he thought that's all I get, one e-mail then I'll move on. He hit send and the e-mail went through. It was up to her now.

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She felt dirty and used the way she always felt when coming home. This one was worst he rolled off her in a sweaty mess, before she was done, and then told her to leave. Jace never asked her to leave… Shaking her head she expelled all thoughts of her ex-golden boy. She had left him and wasn't about to come crawling back after two years. No, he deserved better.

"Just one more time" she muttered going to check her e-mail again, her nightly routine.