Clary POV

She was able to take a shower and clean up a bit and when she got out the bathroom, that was connected to her infirmary room, she saw a white back drop dress with a jeweled belt, sewed on to the dress itself, and was strapless. She got closer to the bed and saw that there was jewelry: a leaf ring, star ring, butterfly ring, snowflake ring, and a snowflake necklace. There was also a red braided head band but her attention was on the necklace, that had a note attached to it.

Meet me in Angel Square, precious. I hope you like what I got you. – Raphael

She was surprised. But she really wanted to see Raphael. So, she quickly stripped off her bed wear clothes and put on the dress and jewelry on. She even found a pair of white gladiator sandals. Once finished, she put the head band on and rushed out the room. Only to run in with Isabelle.

"Clary!" she exclaimed and hugged her. Clary awkwardly patted her back; fazed that she wasn't or seem to not be mad at her; knowing that Jace may have told of her relationship with Raphael.

"Isabelle," she said back and looked at her. She was blue. Very blue. She had a strapless blue gown that was floor length and with ruffles falling, a ring with a blue pendant on, two bracelets, a blue flower clip, and blue platform heels.

"You look amazing, and blue," Clary commented.

"Well thank you, and you look white as an Angel," she says and smiled her red painted lips.

"So, shall we got to the celebration? I hear that this one is going to be better than the last celebration we had," she said, grabbing Clary's arm; practically dragging her out the infirmary. Once outside, they were greeted by a ton of Shadowhunters and Downworlders.

She remembered seeing Raphael with a girl, holding hands at the last celebration but she brushed the thought away and looked for Raphael; while still being dragged by Isabelle.

"Come on Clary, you know, you're making it like I am dragging you by force to go to this event," Isabelle said with curiosity in her voice.

"Oh, sorry, I guess I'm still in pain," Clary lied.

"Oh, sorry," she said and slowed down. It was silent till Isabelle said something.

"Why did you sleep with Raphael?"

Clary hesitated to answer.

"I, uh," she sighed. Lying will bring shame upon you Clary and it will make things worse.

"There's something about him that I can't put my finger on. Like a pull to him from me," Clary said.

"Well, you broke Jace's heart and as his adopted sister, I have to take care of him. But I want to respect your choice. Think about it for some time. Would you like to have a living life, or a dead one?" Isabelle said and detached from Clary into the crowd of people.

Clary stared after the girl, remembering the words she had just said, Would you like a living life or a dead one?

Clary walked around. Thinking about what to do.

She loved Raphael and Jace but she didn't know who to choose.

Jace was her boyfriend. Everything she needed. Raphael was a guy who stole her heart but had a price to pay if she was going to be with him; forever. Her life. Dead or Alive?

She groaned and remembered Raphael's note. Angel Square. The party was near the Accords so it gave them some space but not much to her. She walked slowly, still thinking.

"You like to take your time, don't you, precious?" said a voice she immediately recognized.

"Raphael," she said. He was leaning against the Angel statue with his arms crossed. He was wearing a white shirt with a leather jacket and navy jeans; completely normal. She could feel her heart beating inside her chest, hard.

"Thanks for lending me these," she said to him.

"It's yours to keep, precious," he said, pushing off the statue and walking towards her; only to touch the necklace.

"You wore it," he said.

"Yeah," was the only thing she could say.

"My mother gave me that when I was kid. Told me that every time she wore it, it would snow a little. Now I know it was just a lie. But you never know what could happen," he said and looked at her.

"Yeah, expect the unexpected," she said.

"Yeah," he said and his hand lingered up her neck and cradled her cheek.

"Why did you want me here?" she asked him quietly.

"I want to talk to you about us," he said.

"Okay, what about us?"

"What do you feel towards me, Clary?" he asked, stroking his thumb absently on her cheek bone.

"You remembered when I said that I loved you when we were in my room?" she asked him and he nodded.

"You love me," he said.

"And you said you think you are," Clary said, slightly blushing.

"Yeah I think," he said.

They stayed frozen just staring at each other.

"I love you," she said, testing it out.

"I don't know what to say," he said.

"What do you mean? I just told you how I felt about you," Clary protested.

"Yeah, but how can I love someone who's still in love with another man?" Raphael said and dropped his hand and walked away. Clary stared as he left her behind, standing alone, abandoned.

Mixed emotions ran through her: anger, sadness, lust, and all that.

He asked her to meet her in Angel Square and he just leaves. Clary sighed, knowing that he wouldn't come back.

As she walked something cold landed on her shoulder. She looked and saw water. She stopped and looked up at the dark sky. Tiny white droplets started to fall, snow. She stared in awe as she watched them fall. She continued to walk and once near the Accords; she saw that everyone else stared in awe at the falling snow. Then someone ran to her and hugged her.

It was Isabelle again.

"Oh my Angel, it rarely snows in Idris!" she exclaims, looking at the snow.

"Expect the unexpected," Clary said.

"Yeah," someone said behind her. She turned and saw Jace. He was dressed like Raphael but had his Shadowhunter boots on.

"It's a miracle," he said, staring at her. She took snowflake necklace in her fingers, bumping the Morgenstern ring also; she had forgotten about it but she paid no attention to it.

My mother gave me that when I was kid. Told me that every time she wore it, it would snow a little. Now I know it was just a lie. But you never know what could happen, he had said.

It wasn't a lie at all.

Clary had stayed longer at the celebration than she thought. She danced with Jace and Isabelle, talked with Alec and Magnus, and even saw Simon and Luke's pack.

Clary was tired and she hadn't seen Raphael ever since their encounter.

"Hey Clary, you okay?" she heard her mother's voice.

"Yeah, just tired," Clary said, sitting next to her mother.

"You can go home but me and Luke need to talk to Maryse," Jocelyn gave her daughter a warming hug.

"Okay," Clary said, getting up.

"And Clary," her mother interrupted, "Luke and I don't want you to see Raphael anymore."

"Why?" Clary asked.

"We don't trust him. And please just try," she said with a look on her face that Clary knew when she was little and couldn't get what she wanted, the face that got in the way.

"Okay," Clary lied.

She needed to see him. No matter what.

Clary made a portal back to Manhattan. She had taken off her shoes, they were killing her. She walked through the streets. It was also snowing but it wasn't bad. It felt good to Clary. It wasn't that cold that it would get her sick, just cold.

She looked around. No one was out.

Maybe they are just giving some time, what the people may have seen may have traumatized them.

She walked along the bare streets, going home. The snow falling down, sticking to her hair, skin, and dress.

With Clary walking barefooted with her shoes in her hand felt like someone had dumped her during prom or whatever. She looked in the streets. No cars, so she passed through the streets till someone grabbed her arm and spun her around.

She looked at the person and saw that it was Raphael.

"Raphael," she said, her breath a white puff of air.

He just looked at her and then kissed her. She was surprised and was confused.

He broke apart and cupped her cheeks.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. She looked into his eyes.

"Raphael," she said. His eyes were closed as if he were thinking of something.

He kissed her again and she dropped her shoes in the street and her hands were in his hair. Giving as much passion and love in it as possible. He broke away again.

"I love you," he said and left. She had to blink a couple of times to come back to reality. Again, Raphael leaves her, abandoned.

"What just happened?" she asked herself.

He showed you that he loves you, her conscious said.

To her he did.