Hello My Fellow Readers!

I hope that everyone had a Merry Christmas (or whatever you celebrate)! I also hope that you ate a lot as well! Holiday food is always the best! I don't really have much to say but that I am extremely happy with the reviews that you guys have left! Thank you all for the love and support! And I am sorry that I am updating late! My mom has been sick and I've been helping her take care of the house and taking my siblings places where they need to go. Please read on and enjoy!

For this chapter, I used the song Your Guardian Angel by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.

Love,
Lee

{Clary}

Clary started to stir as the heat was getting a little unbearable. Is it supposed to be this warm in heaven? Clary thought to herself. Without opening her eyes, Clary started to roll away from the source of the heat but was caught off guard when she felt a strong arm pull her closer to a body.

With sudden realization, Clary realized that she wasn't dead and someone was with her. Her eyes snapped open as she took in her surroundings but soon she closed her eyes as the word around her started to spin. Clary inhaled and held her breath. She counted back from twenty and released her breath as she opened her eyes for a second time to see what was going on. She was thankful that the world around her wasn't spinning anymore.

Besides the masculine arm, Clary could feel a burning sensation on her arm from where she cut herself. She looked at her arm that she had damaged to see that it was bandaged up. What the hell?

As Clary tried to figure out what the hell happened, she had a mental sigh of relief, Clary was a little glad that she was in her room. But how did I get into my bedroom and when did I put clothes on? She questioned. With a slight shake of her head, she stopped questioning as she peered down at the arm that was wrapped protectively around her waist and was surprised to see that she recognized the tattooed arm.

Clary turned her head so that she was facing the sleeping Jace next to her. Although she was confused as to why Jace was in her house, let alone in her bed- a small piece of her mentally smiled at the sight before her. Jace slept with his mouth slightly open and with that came soft snores. His blonde curly hair was tasseled from resting on the pillow.

As Clary analyzed the boy who laid next to her, she never realized how beautiful Jace was. He seemed to be carved from angels, that's how beautiful he was. Clary didn't see that from when both her and Jace met, she was caught up with her own flaws to see what was standing in front of her.

Jace must of felt that he was being starred at as he started to stir awake. When he awoke, Clary's eyes were met with his golden one's. For what felt like hours, emerald and gold peered into the depths of each other. It was a content silence as they both studied one another. Without even thinking about it, Jace brought the arm that rested on Clary's waits up to her face and he caressed her cheek. Clary responded by nuzzling into his palm, welcoming in his comfort.

"How are you doing?" Jace asked as he watched Clary nuzzle into his palm. It was a relief to see that Clary didn't kick him out her house when she woke up to him in her bed. He would of refused her if she would of asked him to leave anyways. He vowed that he wouldn't leave her side, he would be the one to help her.

Clary looked at him with confusion for a split second and then realization dawned. Confusion was replaced with shame as she looked away from him. Her eyes landed on the wall above him as she thought about the events that taken place only a few hours ago. She didn't realize how deep she had cut, she only cared about getting rid of the numbness.

"Jace, what happened?" Clary answered with a question. Jace stared at Clary for a few moments before he explained what happened to her. While Jace was explaining, Clary sat up from where she was laying and looked at the bandage that was on her wrist. Tears started to form in her eyes by the time Jace was done telling her about the drama that took place yesterday. When Jace saw that Clary was crying, he got up from where he was laying down an crawled across the bed to where Clary was sitting. He placed himself in front of her. He brought both of his hands to her face and rested them on her cheeks. He whipped away the tears that had escaped. Clary looked into Jace's golden orbs before she looked away from him. She couldn't stand the look of empathy that was mistaken for pity in his eyes.

"Clary, look at me," Jace whispered. Clary shook her head no, but Jace was persistent. "Please?"

Clary looked away from her purple comforter to look at Jace. When she saw his face there was no trace of pity, it was empathy. More tears started to fall as guilt became more profound within her. Clary couldn't stand herself. I must look weak and pathetic in front of him. She thought, but then again, why do I care?

A defensive wall started to break through the self-loathing as she pulled her face out of Jace's hands while she scooted away from him. Her back met the head board of her bed. She brought her knees to her chest and wrapper her arms around them. A flash of hurt crossed Jace's face before a neutral mask was replaced it. He let his hands drop into his lap as he stared at Clary.

"I don't know why you care so much," Clary stated after a few moments of silence. She glared at her knees as if they were the answer to all the worlds problems. This took Jace by surprise. He wasn't exactly sure himself but there he was, sitting in front of the broken girl that he cared for with no explanation as to why.

"I- I don't know, but I do." Jace replied. "I don't know why I have this direr need for you to open up to me. I want to be the person to help you Clary."

Clary looked away from her knees in shock. Her wide eyes peered at Jace, he seemed to scoot a little closer to her but he was being cautious. He approached her as if she was a scared animal. It was weird for Clary to hear that someone actually cared for her. Simon seemed to be the only one but then there was no one after he passed away. Jon disappeared with no trace of him or phone call. Although Jace did mention that he did call Jon and left a message. Clary knew that it was useless, Jon didn't seem to care about her anymore. He pretty much left her to fend for herself.

"Why?" Clary asked. Her throat started to swell as more tears started to form as she thought about Jon abandoning her. Jace looked at her as empathy washed through him. He saw how broken she was and that reminded him of himself when his parents passed away. He could only remember that his father was murdered and his mother was racked with grief and killed herself. He could remember how broken he was himself with the drinking and using girls. Yeah, he still did it but it wasn't as profound as it once was. But he couldn't imagine intentionally hurting himself. He wanted Clary to fight for her life and not to give up. That was the reason why he cared about her. It was because he wanted to see her win, to be the person that she was. To live life to the fullest and to over come her demons and he wanted to be apart of that. Jace wanted to be in her life.

"I want you to fight Clary. You have a life worth living for. It may not seem like it, but I promise you this, I will help you fight. Every step of the way, I will be there. I promise." Jace was now sitting in front of Clary, his thighs were touching her feet and his right hand was resting on her knee. Jace was thankful that she didn't cringe away.

Clary was stunned when she heard what Jace had to say. She felt like she was a huge baby as more tears started to replace the old ones. She didn't know what to say to him. It was quiet as she starred at the boy who sat in front of her. It was strange to see that the 'Bad boy' of her high school was sitting in front of her and then telling her that he would be her support. It was unexpected, but there was a small part of her that was thankful for him.

Jace couldn't stand the silence anymore as he looked at Clary look at him. "You don't have to tell me everything at once or at all. I just want to be there for you. I want you to call me if you have the urge to harm yourself again, can you do that? For me? Please?" He begged. He never begged but he didn't want to see her lose. Clary stared at him for a few moments and nodded her head. She knew that letting Jace into her messed up life would only bring both of them pain, but she was being selfish as she needed someone to lean on now that Simon was gone. Jace sighed in relief. Without thinking about it, Jace wrapped his arms around Clary's frail body and brought to his own. Clary body stiffened when her body made contact with his. She never hugged anyone nor did anyone hug her. It was foreign territory to her.

As Clary's body became accustomed to Jace's, she started to relax as she welcomed his sudden embrace. The tears that were falling mere seconds ago were drying out. She felt safe in Jace's embrace. How can a person that I only just met make me feel this safe? Clary thought. Jace was thinking the same thing as he rested his head against the red curls on top of her head. For once he felt complete with this beautiful broken girl within his arms. He lifted his head so that his lips made contact with the top of her head. Clary just snuggled deeper into his embrace as she felt his lips on her head. She closed her eyes as exhaustion became apparent to her body.

Jace could hear her breaths evening out so before she slipped into dreamland, he laid them back onto the bed. Clary curled her body into Jace's side as he wrapped his arms protectively around her waist. Her red hair fanned out behind her and Jace played with the red strands, loving every moment that his hands ran through her hair. Clary opened her eyes to peer into his golden orbs. She mentally thanked whoever was watching both her and Jace as she relished in the feeling of someone playing with her hair and not pulling it for once. Jace brought his lips to her ears as her eyes started to become droopy.

"I promise you Clary, I will fight for you. I will fight for your life along with you. Trust me, you do have a life worth living for."

With that, Clary smiled to herself as she fell asleep in the arms of a boy who believed in her.