AN: I know a lot of my chapters have been gloomy. The next chapter is going to be a bit brighter. Get ready for some Sizzy. Let me know what y'all think of this chapter.

No one had spoken as Jace and Anna clumsily fixed themselves. At least they have the decency to look ashamed, Clary thought as she watched them separate from each other. Anna backed into the far corner of the room while Jace remained in front of Clary. No one spoke. Clary knew she would probably have to break the silence, but honestly, she had no idea what to say.

She was angry, of course; the heat in her body had centralized in her chest and face causing her hands to feel as cold as ice. All she wanted to do was yell at the top of her lungs. As if Jace hadn't hurt her enough. As if he hadn't already ripped her heart out and stomped on it. Why did he have to continue? Why didn't he just come out and tell her that he didn't love her anymore? That he now wanted Anna?

The silence grew to be too much for her. "So are you going to say anything?" she forced as much harshness into his voice as she could. She wanted to make it abundantly clear that she was disgusted with him.

Jace opened his mouth, but nothing but garbled sounds came out of it. After a moment he tried again, this time he was able to form words. "Clary I…I would say I'm sorry…but I know that that would never be able to make up for anything."

This was true. Nothing Jace could say right now could get her to even consider forgiving him. Her fists clenched at her sides. "Why don't you start off with explaining to me why you have done everything you have done?" Her voice was clam; too calm for even her liking. She knew that at any moment she could explode.

"I can't explain everything Clary. I can only explain what I know," Jace stated quietly.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" she spat at him. She was starting to hear the harshness return to her voice.

"I don't know the reasons for all my actions."

Clary felt her hands shaking. It was one thing to act the way he had been lately, but now he was telling her that he doesn't even have any reasons for it all. "So what incident can you not explain Jace? What do you not have a reason for doing? Calling off the wedding and making me look like a fool? Or is it the one where you were making out with another girl only a week later? Oh oh oh, maybe it's this one; where your ex-fiancée walked in on you fucking that girl you were making-out wit?. Am I getting warmer?" She hadn't realized that she had started screaming towards the end. She took a deep breath and continued in a quieter volume, "So Jace, tell me which set of your actions are you not able to explain?" After a long moment of no reply Clary sighed impatiently, "Are you at least able tell me what I just walked in on?"

Jace's gaze dropped to the floor, "I can't."

"You can't? Why?"

He lifted his eyes back up to meet hers, "I don't know, Clary. I…shit just happened."

"Shit doesn't just happen, Jace. There are always reasons. They may be stupid reasons they are still there."

Jace didn't say anything. He looked truly ashamed as his gazed found the floor again.

Through the silence Clary heard a whimper in the corner. Both she and Jace turned their heads to see a crying Anna. Clary had completely forgotten she was there. Her wrath transferred to her just then.

"So, Anna, you're the harlot that Jace let me at the altar for? And to think, I actually had you at my bachelorette party and my bridal shower." The harshness was back. "So how long have you guys been sneaking around behind my back?"

Anna looked like a deer in headlights with a tear soaked face. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Before she got the chance to form an actual sentence Jace cut in, "Anna, just go. I'm the one she has the problem with."

Clary quickly interjected, "No, Anna, stay. I think this involves all three of us. After all if she is who you are leaving me for, I think I deserve to truly know why." Her words were bitterly wrapped in sarcasm.

"I am not…did not leave you for her." Jace's voice grew a bit bolder.

"Oh no?" Clary asked with a bitter laugh, "Because if you put yourself in my shoes, that is certainly what it looks like."

"Clary you are completely forgetting the fact that I tried to go to you and explain my side to you. You are the one who turned me away; the one who refused to listen." Jace was no longer speaking meekly.

Clary gritted her teeth, "Excuse me for needing a few days Jace. You left me at the altar."

"I didn't leave you…"

"Semantics."

"No, not semantics. I had my reason; whether you find them worthy or not, I had them. You are the one who ran off without letting me explain. You chose not to even give me a chance when I went to you at Magnus'."

"What the hell did you expect of me? You thought that I'd be just fine and wait for the full disclosure? Wrong. I wanted to get away from the man who had just ripped my heart out. Besides, why the hell do you think I came over here now? To get your side of the story."

"A month later. Why did you wait so long?"

"Oh I don't know Jace, maybe it had something to do with witnessing you swapping spit with her," she said acidly as she pointed in Anna's direction. "I came here to finally hear what you wanted to tell me; to finally get the answers that I have needed. By the Angel, I thought maybe, just maybe you felt at least a small amount of remorse for it all." Her voice softened a bit, "I thought…I thought…hell it doesn't matter what I thought.

"What did you think, Clary?"

"It doesn't matter anymore Jace," She sounded almost defeated.

"Yes it does," he said adamantly.

"No," Her voice hardened again, "It doesn't. What's done is done, Jace. There is no undoing this. There is no fixing it. Whatever was salvageable before was just destroyed." She turned to leave. When she got to the door she turned back and looked at him. Fighting back the familiar burn of tear in her eyes she said, "Good bye Jace," and then she left the room.