Chapter 12- Day 3 Part 2
So it's been about a week and I love you guys so much for still sticking with this even though I'm terrible with updating. I'm sorry, I've been busy. And I saw Insidious Chapter 2 yesterday… So um.. does anyone want to like cuddle with me until I fall asleep so I feel safer?
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Anyways, I know you're all dying to know what happens next so without further ado… chapter 12.
Clary September 22nd, 2013 8:30am
I sucked in a breath, closed my eyes tightly and waited for death…
I waited for the sharp, cold, uncaring release of the blade. I waited for the shattering moment when I didn't have a breath to hold anymore. What would death feel like? Falling? Sleeping? Was there a life after death? And if there was, was it happy? Whatever it was, I'd be happy anyways. Jace wouldn't have to die.
The seconds seemed to drag on forever, and I swear my life flashed before my eyes.
I exhaled and waited milliseconds longer…
But death didn't come and I let my fears take the form of tears that waterfalled to the ground.
Jace September 22nd, 2013 8:29am
I felt Clary's soft fingers around mine, and her tiny heartbeat. And then her hands jerked towards her, the knife still pointed below her dainty ribs.
I pulled back quickly, shocked. What was that? What did Clary just try to do? And why?
I snapped the knife shut, put it in my pocket and looked at her. Clary's skin paled and then she starts tearing up.
"What the hell was that?" I demanded, my hands coming to rest on her shoulders, shaking her at arms length. Her green eyes snapped open and she bursts into tears, her eyes flitting and settling everywhere except at me, her breath came in little hiccups.
"I was going to die anyways, Jace!" she told me, urgently, her voice breaking like static, "I have cancer, lymphoma and 3 days ago, I was told I was going to die by my imaginary friend- I know it sounds carzy- and she gave me 3 days of life to… to fall.. in love. And then with you-! With you, I did, and I can't watch you die too…"
Her throat worked and her mouth opened and closed with unspoken words.
She was..? Cancer?
I pull her into my arms, her tears soaking my shirt. My mind flashes back to the night when I held her like this except in my bed. The night we kissed…
"Clary," I murmured in her ear, trying to calm her. We were getting strange looks, "It's okay but please don't ever try that again. I couldn't live with you dead."
She looks up at me, "Then you know where I'm coming from, right?" she bites her mulberry lips.
I nod slowly and then I shake my head, "Don't- please don't."
Clary looks at the ground. Today is both of our last days. I take her small hand in mine, "Come on, let's talk over brunch."
We went to Taki's again, which was oddly sentimental and the day in the rain came to mind. Her red hair, slightly darker than usual because of the water sticking to her face was so endearing.
We got a booth by the window and we kind of just stared at each other until Amy came back. Clary got the chicken salad, I ordered the pan pizza.
Her emeralds looked out the window wistfully before she turned to me, "Why are we doing this?"
"Doing what?" I ask, startled by her question.
"We know we can't stand to see each other dying and it's our last days," she explained.
I sigh, running a hand through my hair, "I guess I wanted to see you, one last time."
"That's cruel," she accuses. Amy comes back with the food, placing it in front of us along with Clary's tea and my Sprite. She starts to say something but intelligently notices the tension and backs off.
"You could've said no," I pointed out.
"I know," she groans, "That's what makes it worse."
Clary gets silent, looking at her food and slowly picking up a piece of chicken with her fork, chewing thoughtfully. Then she looks at me suddenly, "Jace, what if-"
And I can see the question in her eyes, "No," I say firmly, "Under no circumstances will I kill you."
"But you'll-," she protests and I cut her off.
"Die? I know," I pick up the pizza and took three bites.
"But I'll die anyways," Clary reminded.
"I know, but if it' my fault I'll never forgive myself in this life or the next," I remind her.
"You can't be that selfish!" she snaps, "I want to do this."
"I'm a selfish person but you will never die because of me," I say decisively.
She stabs a tomato and eats quickly, angrily. If only there was a way for Clary to survive this…
"Clary," I try to make my voice as soft as I can.
She ignores me.
"Clary," I say again, putting a hand on hers.
"What?" she growls, finally looking at me.
"Come back to the Mansion with me," I insist. I can't bring myself to say goodbye yet.
She stares for a long time before giving me a slight nod.
Clary September 22nd, 2013 10:00am
I settled into the black fraying leather of the taxi as Jace sits next to me. I can't help but stare at him, my eyes lingering on his pink lips. My heart screams for me to kiss them one last time.
And so I do. Because I have little to no self-control. As if possessed, I undo the seatbelt and kiss him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He kisses back a second later, his hands at my waist, tongue delving between my teeth. Adrenaline coursed through me, as well as electricity.
Why am I doing this? It's just going to make saying goodbye harder. Well Jace started it. He's the one that invited me back to his place, dragging it on.
Not that I'm complaining.
I open my eyes and find that his are open too and I'm lost in a sea of liquid gold.
We get to the Mansion, Jace fumbling for his wallet to pay the driver who rolls his eyes before driving away. He picks me up bridal style, peppering my neck with soft pecks and opening the door fluidly. He sets me down when we get in the corridor and then I'm pressed against the wall, the kiss growing hungrier.
I'm breathing heavily when he pulls away, working at my collarbone, probably leaving a hickey. It didn't matter to me.
"Clary," he moans against my skin and my fingers dig into his hair. He looks at me with greedy eyes before leading me up to his room and shutting the door. All of a sudden, Jace throws me onto the bed and I can't help but let out a laugh.
"Clary," he whispers huskily again before crawling up above me.
I'm on fire.
I'm on fire and the flames lick teasingly at my skin, nipping and dancing and swirling around me, singing my hair, painting my cheeks.
His hands are on the hem of my shirt, pulling upwards and I lean up a little to make it easier. My heart pounds as he removes it and I sit in my white bra. Jace's eyes rake over me, his mouth open in awe.
"You're gorgeous," he tells me.
"That's cheesy," I protest, half-heartedly.
"It's true," he whispers in my ear before nipping my ear lobe lightly. I shiver and tug at his shirt, begging for it to come off too.
He pulls it off himself before pulling us down and I'm reminded that there are only a couple layers of cloth between us left.
And I thought I was going to die a virgin.
I close my eyes as tingles shoot up my spine and warmth courses through me.
"Jace!" came Isabelle's voice suddenly and the door bursts open before I could even register alarm.
Her eyes widen, "Oh… my… god. I'll-um- just be leaving. Talk to me after," she squeaks and backs out of the room, slamming the door.
Jace groans and rolls off of me, laying on the bed next to me. My cheeks are blazing red and I work to calm my breathing.
"Goddammit Isabelle," Jace curses, covering his face.
I sit up and look for my shirt, which I ended up finding by the door. Pulling it over my head, I smooth my hair down.
"Clary, where are you going?" he asks, sitting up. His cheeks are slightly pink too.
"I-um- I think I should go."
He opens his mouth but whatever he says dies in his throat and he just says a hoarse, "Um, yeah. Bye."
"Bye," I reply.
And that was it. That was our goodbye.
Jace September 22nd, 2013 6:00pm
After Clary left, Isabelle explained that Alec and Magnus were planning on eloping. She still made sly comments about Clary and me.
God, Clary and me was nonexistent now. Why did I let her go?
Oh yeah, because we're both going to die.
The doorbell rings during a dinner I couldn't taste.
"I got it!" I announced before running to the door. I opened it with a greeting on my lips but there was no one there. Instead, a note on the ground.
Meet me at the bench, 11:00pm. Love, Clary.
Did she change her mind?
Clary September 22nd, 2013 6:00pm
I let myself into Simon's apartment, hearing the band there. Simon had leapt to his feet, giving me a bear hug in relief of seeing me again. Well, I'll be leaving again soon.
The band didn't know about the gift so they all teased Simon about dating me, which we both laughed off. I knew he was smitten with Isabelle so it wasn't awkward.
The door bell rang when we were all sharing a pizza.
"I'll get it," I tell them and open the door, half expecting it to be the landlord.
Instead, there was a note on the badly colored carpet.
Meet me at the bench, 11:00pm ~Jace
I sighed.
Oh, Jace.
