Shaking she stared at the screen reading the e-mail over and over. Hate him how, how could she hate him? All he ever did was try so, so hard to love her and she hurt him all of the time. She never showed she cared, never told him how great he was. Why? Because she's a coward and now he thinks she hates him. But doesn't she, isn't that why she left, no she left because she's selfish.
Closing her eyes to fight the seldom shed tears she sat down to write but how could she ever explain it in an e-mail. Biting her lip she made a decision, she typed three simple words. "I'm coming home."
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It took Jace two days to check his e-mail, too afraid she wouldn't reply but when he saw the little one next to the envelope he almost squealed thankfully before he could do something too embarrassing he clamed him self down thinking about junk mail. But there it was, from her.
He couldn't bring himself to open it yet. She might be telling him to stop, go away, that she hated him. No it probably was hate mail but it was something, from her at least and that meant everything, even if it would destroy him.
Unashamed tears rolled down his face as Jace stared at the screen, he couldn't do this couldn't be crushed. No, he stormed out he needed to be somewhere else. He had no idea how long he had been walking, and he didn't even no how he ended up there but he staggered into Clary's apartment and passed out on her bed, tear stains worn proudly.
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Clary looked at her closet she didn't really need much, not if Jace kept her apartment. Besides she didn't have much she really wanted. She packed a few pairs of jeans, sweaters and of course her sketch book. Flipping through it she realised it was full of just him. He was in the back round of some, just a spec of yellow, almost as if she hadn't meant to put him there but towards the end he came closer. The last one was a picnic, under the moon light with apples and soggy cheese sandwiches. She smiled this felt right, in an almost unsettling way.
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When Jace woke up the next morning, he grudgingly opened his eyes, he wasn't ready to face the real world not yet. In his dreams he's always with her always happy, but she sent him an e-mail, hate mail but it was from her. He'd open it today or maybe tomorrow. Taking a deep breath he got out of her bed, it stopped smelling like her, peachy sent, a long time ago, desperate Jace even bought peach perfume but nobody could ever bottle Clary. Oh well, he really needed a shower.
Since he spent more time here than his own place he kept some cloths here but not too much it was still hers. After his shower he put on the dry clothes shock out his hair and emerged to find… Clary… staring right at him looking shocked and nervous and beautiful as ever but not disgusted and hatful like he thought.