So heeey, people of the world. This is another chapter in which the message isn't directly related to the overall content, but it does have to do with what happens in the other chapters. You'll see. Anyway, thanks for reading/reviewing/everything! And thanks to IWriteNaked for beta'ing, because yes. Enjoy!


"This Love"

This love is good, this love is bad
This love is alive back from the dead
These hands had to let it go free
And this love came back to me


Timing is a funny thing.


He showed up the following day.

Clary was thankful that Isabelle had decided to stay at her house this week, because she didn't want to answer any questions related to Jace. She still hadn't told her friend that he was back, and, while she did feel slightly guilty, it wasn't enough to make her confess. She knew that Isabelle would be down at the university's campus in a second, dragging Jace out of her dorm.

She sighed, wondering why it was so easy for her to fall back into him. Their love was terrible—it was as if heaven and hell collided and created their relationship as a result. They often felt like they were tiptoeing around the edges of the things that mattered. She didn't know if that was normal, but it was theirs.

They didn't talk about pressing matters or anything after the previous night. He was just there with her, and they talked about the stuff they used to bring up daily, like the news and TV shows and weird questions, ranging from stupid ("Do you think animals get songs stuck in their heads?") to philosophical ("When we die, where do we go?"). They really covered everything in just a few hours.

She didn't know what to do. She had let him go, finally resigned to the fact that their goodbye had been final. She had been suffering, true, but she had been doing so on her own. She'd felt proud of that, but not nearly as relieved as when she saw him the previous day. Beneath the layers of anger and heartbreak, her heart let out a little breath, as if to say, well, I can finally take a break from the hurt thrown my way.

Clary didn't know how it was possible that he came back to her. She had been so sure that he would never want to speak to her again, that he would never even try. She didn't know how it had been possible for her to end things with him, but it had happened. Their love was dead. It had been shattered to a million pieces by the universe, but, for some reason, he still showed up at her doorstep, begging for forgiveness.

And she wondered whether it was the fact that she still loved him, deep in her heart, or whether it was the fact that she had forgotten what her broken heart had felt like during the winter, but, for some reason, she felt inclined to tell him that she wanted to try again.


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