Repeat: Cassandra Clare owns The Mortal Instruments. Adele own the song "Take it All."

I try and read his expression but it's just deadbeat blank expression.

"Jace? Hello?" My voice is shaking. I'm scared for Jace and scared for our relationship.

"Just let me process a little," his voice comes out hoarse, "M-my favorite songs, are about me? And written by… You? An-and you di-didn't even tell me?" I hear his anger seeping into his words, but I guess I deserve it, because I'm a horrible person. "It's just a lot to take in. My girlfriend," I let out a sigh of relief that he still considers me as so, "has been writing songs about me and they are hits, they have won Grammy's and international awards, and it hasn't come to your mind, that I would like to know? How long Clary? How long have you been lying to me?"

I have to be completely honest about it, I have already broken the trust, I know it. "Since, senior year."

"Should I know anything else? Whatever you've lied to me about through the years, or in the last 2 months?" I attempt to keep my tears from making their way down my face, but it's useless. I shouldn't even be the one that's crying.

"No." I choke out. I start rowing back to shore, not knowing if he wants to be around me anymore. One we're at the dock I start tugging the lights out of the tree and blowing out the candles. At least he hasn't yelled at me or completely lashed out. Jace isn't like that, one of the many reasons I love him. I get the basket and put everything in the back seat, keeping my head down, avoiding any intervention with Jace. I get into the driver's seat of the car and I look out and see him, just standing on the dock, hands in his pockets, not moving. The tears start flowing again, jeez I'm such an emotional wreck. I keep my head down still, to avoid eye contact when Jace comes into the car.

"Clary, why are you crying? And don't lie to me I can hear you sniffling."

"It's just. I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you ever trusted me because I probably just ruined it for you. These were the best 2 months of my life, and I couldn't even tell you because I was scared and it's all stupid and I just wanna say I'm sorry, and you have no obligations to me. I get it if you don't want to forgive me, or you want to break up, or live in a different apartment and never see me again. I can stay somewhere else tonight, or for the rest of the year."

"Clary, it's a bunch of information that is dumped on me, I need some time. This relationship to me isn't over. It's broken, but it will never be fixed if we don't try. I need space. And I think your own room will just be fine. If you think I'm mad Clary, I'm not. I'm disappointed to say the least. You could say upset. But I'm sadden the most that you couldn't trust me enough to tell me about this. That you apparently don't know me well enough than I thought, that you knew I wouldn't do anything drastic, but you assumed I would."

I notice he doesn't try and comfort or even ease me with his touch. He just talks to me. I know I deserve it, so all I do is nod and start the car. After we arrive at out apartment, the walk up the stairs is dead silent. This is what I feared, my stupid secret even ruining the best of our friendship. I keep my distance knowing he needs space. I'm about to go into my room when I hear Jace. "Clary, I have a secret too." My heart beats faster, not knowing what it is, "I love you too, but our definitions of love might be different." And then he walks into his room.

I trudge into my room, feeling the waterworks coming back to my face. I take out my notebook and express my feelings like I always do, through song. But this time, it feels different.

But go on, go on, take it, take it all with you

Don't look back at this crumbling fool

Just take it all with my love, take it all with my love

I don't think I should send this one to Aline, that just seems wrong. I just keep writing.

I will change if I must

Slow it down and bring it home, I will adjust

Oh if only, if only you knew

How can I make it up to him? He seemed to appreciate it when I cleaned my room. Maybe I can do a bunch of other stuff so that he will, not forgive me, but be the slightest bit happy in my presence. His forgiveness comes at his own time. I stick my head out of my room, seeing if he's out there. And when I see no sign of him I go out to the kitchen and start peeling and cutting mangos. I arrange them on a plate with a note, and put them in the fridge. Then I start to clean the whole apartment, knowing it will please his slight case of OCD. Once I'm done, it's been like an hour and a half. I take a dry erase marker and write another message for him, then I go grab some food and eat in my room. Waiting for anything to happen. I decide to call Izzy and update her on what has gone down.

"Hey Izzy." I say non-enthusiastically.

"Hey how'd it go? Do I need to drive another 8 hours just to smack him?"

"No, it's fine. Nothing unexpected. He just needs space, so I am providing it. I just hope everything turns out okay. He seemed really disappointed, as likely. I think anyone would be distressed if they found out their significant other was a pop writing sensation. Let's change the subject, so I can lessen my sulking please. Sooooo how's your significant other?"

"Good, almost at that 5th year anniversary. And everything is great."

"That's good, so when are you gonna put a ring on it?"

"Haha, probably after college. Honestly, Clary, he's the one, and it wouldn't be possible without you, so I wish you the best of luck with yours."

"Thank you Izz, tell Simon I miss him and I say hi."

I just go on my phone till I fall asleep.

Jace POV (Surprise! Hopefully it doesn't suck to bad. Tell me how it is. Honestly)

I've been laying here for 2 hours, just thinking about what Clary said. First, came the initial shock, then the disappointment, then the trust breaking. I don't have any more words to say than the last ones I muttered, all I have said is the truth. I peek my head out the door to see if anyone is around, I don't hear anything running. I go to the kitchen and look for food because I'm hungry once more. I look around and see everything is immaculate. I see the lines from where the vacuum did its work, I check the bathroom and it looks just as clean. I see the mirror and there's a message written on it.

I hope you like the clean apartment. If you don't want to do FFF I understand, but if you feel up to it, I'll be in my room. We will leave around 6 if you still want to come along for the concert. P.S. I hope you like the mangos in the fridge. ~Clary

I don't know why Clary did all of this, and that thought plagues my mind. I walk straight to the fridge and take out the neatly arranged plate of sliced mango pieces. Yet again another note

I'm not asking for your forgiveness, but I hope you like the clean place. ~Clary

Then I realize, she did this for me. She thought I would like the spotless apartment, which I do, and the mangos, which I truly appreciate. I lay back down in bed, and think about tomorrow. Not Clary, not the secret, not that my siblings all seem to have perfect relationships, even though I know they still go through hardships, but tomorrow.

I smell a concert scene next chapter. How long should Jace need space? Haha, but seriously that was a real question, and tell me if that Jace POV sucked, or didn't even sound like him.