A/N: I actually planned this whole story to be in Clary's POV, but it felt incomplete without some of Jace's POV and I think a lot of you are getting curious about Maryse and Camille's plan. I'll drop hints xx

"First selfie again with this carrot after such a long time x" He read the caption; she looked so carefree and happy. Maybe she was better off without him, but he knew he couldn't let go of Clary. He needed her. He was falling apart and only Clary could put him back together.

He noticed Isabelle's glare at him the morning after the incident, if she had offered to slap him across the face he would've gladly accepted it, he deserved that. He deserved more for hurting Clary. He deserved to go through pain after what he did.

He broke the only girl who could fix him back together. He pushed her, the only girl who matters to him, away. He took away the sparkle in her eyes, her eyes that would lovingly look at him while he pretended to be asleep at four in the morning. Her eyes that would sparkle when she sees him wherever and whenever their eyes met. He broke her heart, her heart that she hid behind the walls she built around her, he broke his promise to her. He knew he was the reason for the deep dark bags under her eyes, the reason why her smile didn't reach her eyes, the reason why she locked herself in her home. She was broken and laughed at.

He told her to ignore the people who thought of her as another one of Jace's conquest. He told her sweet things while she frowned at the comments she received. He told her that she wasn't like the others, that she was special. He told her about the future he would sometimes think about. She and Him with mini Clary's and Jace's that ran around the backyard, but how could he think of that when he couldn't even say back those three sweet words back to her.

She told him that she loved him in her sleep; he froze while she slept peacefully. He pushed the thought away. Whenever she tells him that she loves him, he couldn't bring himself to say it. So he showed it. He showed how much he loves her by worshipping her body. He knew that she was always wondering why he couldn't return the same words back to her. They fell apart when work dragged him away from her, he felt torn that he was thankful he was away yet he was alone and felt incomplete. He felt thankful for being dragged by his band's tour that meant he could avoid Clary who was anticipating that he would tell her he loves her. He couldn't bring himself to that. He felt incomplete without Clary; it didn't felt the same way he would always feel when she's with him. There wasn't the usual mass of red locks on his pillow. He was torn.

He felt that hookups were easier than having a relationship. He never said the "L" word to any girl he had hooked up with, but Clary was a different story. She doesn't deserve to be some hookup he had. She deserves to be loved and cherished. She doesn't deserve to end up with a guy like him, but they clicked just perfectly. Like two missing puzzles.

They started fighting when he arrived home from tour. He wasn't tired; he just needed to avoid Clary. He would wake up in the morning, something he doesn't usually do before they met, and head to the studio or gym. He would pass time there and hope that Isabelle would just take Clary with her. He would come home late from the studio just to avoid Clary. He would crawl in bed with her, hug her from behind and murmur an apology; she would shift a little and look at him with a tight smile then return to sleep. He noticed how she got used to it, she wouldn't question him why he was out late like before, he then really felt like they were breaking apart. His band mates noticed the changes; they noticed how Jace wasn't himself or how he would just ignore Clary's phone calls. The phone calls stopped, she stopped showing her support. They started arguing and everything was heading down to hell.

It was the week before he ended things with her, Isabelle planned to go to some island to release some stress. She knew the fights they had; she knew they were falling apart. That was their last chance to save everything they had, but was wasted. She got tired of all the tension they had in their relationship.

"Jace, we need to talk." She asked, after they came back from the holidays.

"What's there to talk about?" He asked

"I don't know, the fact that you're avoiding me from the past months now?" She sarcastically asked.

"I'm sorry, you know how stressful touring can be."

"You were on tour for one time, the moment you got home you stared avoiding me like I was the plague. Hell, you're out of the house before I even wake up then return when I'm asleep. What's wrong?" She asked.

"Nothing's wrong. You're just over reacting again, Clary." He said, "I'm tired of fighting with you."

"We wouldn't be fighting if you would at least put some effort in our relationship!" She said.

"I can't always be putting such great efforts on us, Clary. I have a life too, you know." The moment those words passed through his lips were like a slap to Clary. He didn't know where it came from. He was just scared of saying the "L" word back at her, he didn't knew the effect would be this.

"I guess it is true then." She deadpanned; she was holding back her tears.

"Clary, I didn't-"

"Then why, Jace?" Her eyes filled with tears, "Why have you been avoiding me suddenly?"

He couldn't answer her. He was losing her; he let her slip past his hands. He didn't know what to say, he tried to. His silence was the confirmation Clary needed, she thought of herself as another one of his conquests. He had truly lost her.

A/N: Wait, there's more in the next chapter! Another chapter? YES! I'll be honest, I feel like there's something missing with this chapter, but can't quite figure it out so I'll leave it like this in the meantime leave your comments, opinions down the review box. Tell me if you loved it or loathed it. Ciao xx