I bet that you all weren't expecting something else to this story! I didn't, either, so it's fair to say that this is a big surprise.
I was looking through my reviews lately, and...they've given me a lot of motivation to keep writing. I love it, but the stress really got to me, you know? I decided that, because I haven't finished my sequel yet (heh, one more chapter), that I'll do that...and then start revising some of my weaker points of writing that I've done in this story.
Meanwhile, I decided to write a short Jace's POV from the second half of the last chapter. It's been a while, guys—I love you all so so much!
And lastly, before I start the story (I normally write the A/N before the story...bad habit?), please read my sequel? I gues the reason why I've stopped is because of the cut in favourites, follows, and reviews. They're my motivation, however inconvenient that is...
Well, I guess...here's your bonus!
(Play See You Again for a bonus effect)
JACE POV
The wind tangled her fiery scarlet locks, blowing it into her face. Clary didn't seem to mind, though. She seemed to be conflicted with her own thoughts. Funny thing, how I can point the tiniest details abut her, like as if I know her better than she does herself.
I walked up to her, a smile plastered across my face.
"Can't believe it's almost school again. Starting senior year with you..."
"About that..." she trailed off, and close her eyes while heaving a sigh. "Look, it's not easy to say this, not one bit. But...well, you remember that movie we were going to star in? Y'know, 'The Dark Side: The Uprising?'"
I nodded, not having a good feeling about where this was going. Was this what had been troubling her? I gestured for her to continue, not wanting to speak any words. Not yet.
"We were supposed to shoot it, together. I know, they told you that they couldn't have us star in it, right? In a more detailed way than that, Jia said that she needed someone more experienced. She said she'll start working with me sometime else, just not quite now. I guess she changed her mind about wanting me in her movie.
"About three weeks later, I got mail from a school. Not just any school, but one for actresses and actors. I got a scholarship for my senior year, and, they even offered collage. See, anyone can join from pretty much middle school to collage, so long as they can pay for it, or, in my case, if they have a scholarship. The problem is...it's in Hollywood. I talked to my mother about this...she said I'll make the decision that I need to make. Which wasn't really much help at all.
"So I came to ask you. I have no idea what to do at all. I don't want to leave you. We'll loose contact with each other, because of the times zones, and I won't have much time to. Sure, we'll communicate, video chat sometimes, but...if I were to leave...it wouldn't be good...for our relationship."
There was a pause as I tried to decide on what to say. My own thoughts fought, but I found my voice, after what seemed like an infinity.
"How badly do you want to go to this school?" I asked her, barely louder than a whisper.
"Actually, pretty bad." She looked to the ground, and shifted her feet uncomfortably.
"Then go for it." It hurt me to say the blowing words. I fought to hold back from breaking down that moment. Long distance relationships...I didn't want to have to deal with it.
"But I would miss you guys...and...and..." Clary sniffed, and tears began to roll down her cheek. I stepped closer to wipe them away with my thumb.
"Clary, no. I don't want to be the reason that you're not going to pursue your dream. Think about it! Being on tv. And, maybe you could even do some drawings for the movies covers, or for the tv shows that I know one day you'll be starring in. Don't let me be the reason keeping you from doing all that. I'd never forgive myself. You go, because even if you say no now, I swear, I will find a way to get you there, whether you like it or not. Because I refuse to make you choose between me, and yourself."
I knew I had persuaded her enough. It killed me, it tore my heart out. But I wouldn't make her choose between me and her future. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I had.
"So...I guess this is goodbye? We'll still be friends, right? If not boyfriend girlfriend thing, then at least that?" She whispered, more tears slipping into her face. This time, I hadn't wiped them. I wouldn't have been able to hold back my own, if I tried.
"Of course. But we'll try to keep in touch? At least message me once a day, have a conversation once a day." I had to stay strong, if not for me, then for her.
"Okay." Clary wrapped her arms around my neck, and I felt tears soaking into my shirt, I gently patted her hair, a pang of pain starting in my chest. I closed my eyes for a while, then pull away from the hug.
"Goodbye, Clary. And," I slipped my Wayland family ring off my finger. "It belonged in my family for generations now. And now, I want you to have it. As a reminder, that when you come back to New York, I'll be waiting for you. I'll be waiting."
"But I don't have anything to exchange to you..." She looked sorrowful. Which, unfortunately, she probably was.
"It's fine. I won't ever forget you, anyway." I tried to smile. I hoped it seemed more genuine than it actually was. She took the ring, and close a fist around it, holding so tight that her knuckles were visibly turning pale.
"Goodbye..." Clary walks away, not looking back once. I didn't turn around and leave, not until long after she left.
And by then...I had let myself break down, like as if I've never before.
I hope you guys enjoyed than bonus chapter!
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Thanks for sticking with me for so, so long!
I think it's officially time to end this. Please don't unfollow or unfavourite...I'd appreciate that...
Well I guess this is it.
Officially signing off from Falling Hard,
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