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Chapter 9
I See You:
Wednesday
*after school*
Jace led me through the school, his hand brushing gently behind my back to lead me through all the turns, until I felt the cool August breeze on my skin. Its nearing September already, goodbye shorts and hello jackets. Jace brought me over to a nearby bench, and took a seat to my left. I could hear the soft murmur of people in the distance and the crinkle of the leaves attempting to hold tight to tree branches against the wind. I leaned against the back of the bench as I tuned my head in Jace direction. I strained against my black sight, willing myself to see those gold eyes again, but to no avail.
"Ah, Clary?" Jace asked, drawing me out of my daze, "Are you alright?" "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I replied with a shrug of my shoulders. I mean besides the fact that I've been getting flashes of my vision back, I can't seem to concentrate in class, oh and you kissed me then left without a word. Yep, if you ignore all of that I'm peachy-keen. "You just... you looked like you'd seen a ghost in Lightwood's class today," Jace said.
I could hear the creaking of the old wooden bench as he shifted. "Oh... that," I mumbled as I turned my head down, I could practically feel his eyes searching my face. Should I tell him about my seeing again? Would it even matter? I fiddled my hands in my lap as I thought. "Jace," I said tentatively, bringing my face back to search again, I just wanted to see his eyes again.
Jace stayed quiet as he listened for me to go on. "Do you remember when I told you that the doctors said I had a very slim chance of ever getting my sight back?" I questioned, waiting for him to mumble his reply of 'yes'. I had explained the condition of my eyes to Iz and Jace on the very first day, from the car crash to the months of failed therapy. I placed my hands forward and Jace gently took up my hands in his, they were smooth and assuring, giving me the strength to continue.
"Yesterday when I was sent to the nurse's office it wasn't because I was hurt... I, I saw Izzy. I freaked and Iz helped me get out of gym to cool down. No one knows but us... and now you. But that's not all..." Jace's grip on my hands tightened, his thumb gently stroking the back of my hand as he waited for me to continue. Tears filled my eyes as I longed to see that beautiful shade of gold again, "Today in Mr. Lightwood's class I saw you."
Jace pulled me close, his arms wrapping around me in excitement, "That's great news Clary! You... you could see again soon." Jace pulled back as he held me at arms length, tucking my hair back behind my ears. "Its amazing," he breathed out as he wiped at the tears that trickled down my face. I sucked in a breath as I fought back the ugly, ragged breathes that threatened to come along with my tears. I was an ugly crier and I knew it.
I wiped my fists across my eyes as my tears flowed, "But, but what if... what if I don't?" I sobbed, my gut wrenching at the thought. Would I always be tortured with these brief glimpses of light, never knowing when or why it comes. "Shh," Jace cooed as he ran his hand through my hair in a comforting gesture, my heart clenched at his kindness. I reached up and slowly took my glasses off, turning my face up to catch his face again.
"I just... I want to know. I want to be in control of my own eyes," I sighed as my fists balled up in my skirt. "And you will be," Jace whispered as his thumb strummed across my check bone, then dusted its way across the tiny scars about my eyes. I closed my eyes as a slow flow of tears escaped. Jace pulled me closer until his lips deftly kissed both of my damaged and scarred eyes. "You'll be fine, I promise," whispered as he ran his fingers through my hair again.
Slowly, my eyes opened and I gapped at what I saw. The image wasn't clear, but was instead foggy and blurred at the edges. The sharp ridges of his cheekbones, his soft, bow lips agape, the gentle arch of his blonde brows, and curling blonde locks that tumbled around his face filled my eyes. Everything was soft and watery like a reflection in a moving body of water. At last I focused on the brilliant gold irises that reflected mine. Tears brimmed in my eyes again, but these weren't filled with sadness or bitter disappointment. These were ones of pure joy.
"I see you," I gasped as my eyes trained on his face, I wanted to remember this, every last detail. His lips turned up in a small smile before being engulfed in a toothy grin. He was perfect, without a single flaw, and then I saw that crazed grin of his. He had a small chip in his right incisor tooth. Without realising it I reached forward and brushed my hand across his cheek and down his neck before reaching back to run the tips of my fingers through his soft hair. Jace closed his eyes as I did this, a soft smile playing at his lips. "Would it be absolutely ludicrous if I asked to kiss you right now?" Jace questioned, his dark blonde lashes parting to reveal those beautiful gold eyes again. I couldn't help but smile as I leaned in. "No," I laughed, merely inches from his lips now. "Good," Jace whispered as he drew me closer. He pulled me so that I had to rest my hands atop his chest to keep from falling. His left hand rested gently on my lower back, the right cupping my face as he lowered his lips onto mine.
I held my breath in anticipation before melting against the soft feel of his mouth. His eyes were closed, those dark blonde eyelashes fluttering against the tops of his cheeks, and against all my best efforts to hold onto this sight, my eyes shut to face a darkness I brought to myself. I slid one hand up, curling it in his soft blonde curls as his lips continued to move in time with mine. I let out a sigh as all of my earlier emotions subsided. I didn't have to be afraid of trusting Jace. I didn't have to worry about my sight going in and out. I didn't have to worry about anything. I was drowning, and for the first time in a long time, I let myself.
Author's Note:
Hey guys! I hope you guys liked this chapter as much as I had fun writing it! NOw I know that this has nothing to do with my story, but if you have the time keep pray for Paris and anywhere else that has been attacked or will be attacked in the future, and if you don't believe in that please keep them in mind. I can never understand why people would even begin to think that harming anyone will get them anywhere. If you want something there are always much better ways of achieving it. On a more happier note, thank you soooo much for reading and I love you all! Have a great Thanksgiving (for those of you from America) and if not have a great rest of the week!
-Haybell
