He-ey...
Yeah, you read it right...:p This is the epilogue...
This story was never meant to be...long, just a little story of Simon being a crazy, sexy bastard ;)
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Simon
It'd been two weeks since she'd left.
Left him.
At first, he'd been too heartbroken to move. Or eat. But who needed any of those things? It isn't as if everyone knew his lovely Clary, otherwise they wouldn't be eating, either.
Jace eventually found him. After a week and a half, Jace had gotten Sprint to track down Simon's phone, and had finally found the isolated Hotel Dumort.
When he'd asked where "Strawberry Shortcake" was, Simon had flipped out, and had broken Jace's nose, before falling back to the floor, tugging at his hair angrily.
Why did she choose to leave? He'd thought she loved him...
He didn't remember much after that, except for maybe he might have passed out, and Jace ended up having to carry him back to the apartment he lived with Maia and Jace.
Maia's mouth had thinned when Jace had told her how he'd found him, but had comforted Simon anyways, despite her anger that he'd kidnapped the poor girl.
Though he noticed that both seemed to be confused when the police came knocking on their door. He was, too. Clary had seemed pretty against the kidnapping, he'd imagined that the police would be the first people she'd call when she'd gotten away.
Simon was thankful that they didn't say anything about Clary. He just wanted to...forget her, now.
Until Maia got sick.
Jace didn't want to leave her side until she got better, and asked Simon if he'd go to Starbuck's and get him a coffee.
Simon let his feet carry him the familiar path they'd always taken, which he'd used when he was going to see anf follow Clary.
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Clary
She hadn't seen him since she'd left.
When Clary had gone back home to Raphael, she wasn't all that surprised when she saw his body intimately intertwined with Aline Penhallow. She'd suspected it for a while, now.
But it still hurt, knowing that her boyfriend had been sleeping with a colleague of hers while she'd been trapped in an isolated building, which she realized turned out to be a hotel, with a crazy man.
A crazy man she hadn't been able to stop thinking about since she'd left..
Clary sighed and rubbed her face, tiredly. She really shouldn't be thinking of him. It'd been what, two weeks? She should be over him.
It wasn't love that he felt for her, anyway. Only obssesion.
She hadn't called the police, because really, it just wouldn't feel right to have him locked up.
The door to the coffee shop opened, and the mini bell made a tinkly noise as it chimed, and Clary removed her hands away from her face, and opened her mouth to greet the visitor, but froze when she realized who it was.
It was him.
He was wearing worn black jeans, a tight-fitting black tee shirt, his dark hair was tousled, as if he'd just had a romp in the bed. Half-moons circled beneath his coffee-colored eyes, as if he hadn't been getting enough sleep. Even his nose ring seemed to be duller than it usually was.
"H-hey." Clary mentally slapped herself at how stupid she sounded. Honestly. She sounded as if she'd never spoken to a guy before in her life.
He nodded, his dark brown eyes unfocused as they slid over her, as if she wasn't even there. "What can I get you?"
"Caramel latte, please," he said in a quiet, flat voice.
Clary swallowed, and nodded, jabbing his order in the computer with shaky fingers. "That'll be three sixty."
He handed her a five, and refused to accept the change when she tried to give it to him.
"Why did you leave?"
His question caught her off guard, and Clary nearly dropped the steaming latte. The cup jerked, spilling the boiling brew on her wrist, and she hissed.
He didn't blink at the noise, but gently took the cup from her, picked up her wrist, and dabbed at it lightly with a napkin.
"Why?"
Clary bit her lip. "I just..." Why wouldn't she leave? He had taken her away from her everyday life, against her will, slapped her, tied her up, kissed her...
And yet he still treated her like she was a princess.
He shook his head. "Forget it." He turned to leave.
"Wait!" Clary cursed herself. He was finally about to leave, for good probably, and she was asking him to stay?
He paused, but didn't turn around.
"I-I'm sorry I left..." Clary squeezed her eyes shut. What the hell..."I missed you."
This time he did turn to look at her, his gaze disbelieving.
Clary stapled her fingers, trying to hide their trembling. "I couldn't stop thinking about you since I...left." She cringed at the word, but she knew if she didn't say this now, she wouldn't be able to have another chance to see it again. "Don't go. Please."
He sighed, and walked back over to the counter, frowning slightly. "You really want me to stay?"
Clary nodded, looking up at him, hopefully.
He raised a hand, and reached forward hesitantly, as if he was going to touch her cheek, but dropped his hand. "Are you going to run away from me, again?"
Clary shook her head. No, running away from him was impossible, now. Especially now that she knew what she would be missing.
He released a heavy breath, and grinned suddenly, his tired eyes lighting up. "Really?"
Clary smiled back shyly. "Yeah. But..."
He blinked, and deflated slightly. "But?"
She wringed her hands. "Can we, like, I dunno, date? Like notinahotel, kind of date?"
He smiled at her sheepishly, and dropped his head. "I guess we could."
"Alright." Then she remembered something. "You do realize, in all the time I've known you, I still don't know your name?"
He gaped at her, and she realized it was kinda stupid that she didn't even know his name. "It's Simon."
She smiled. It was simple, slightly awkward and cute. It suited him. "Nice to meet you, Simon."
He, Simon, smiled back. "You too, Clary."
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Awww...
If that isn't an ending for you, they went on the date, made out, and are in a relationship.
There.
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