The day he died was the hardest day of my life. It was like a whole had been punch in my chest, and I think the worst part was knowing that I'd never see him again, never feel his loving touches, or the way he was so gentle with me, as if I was made of glass and could break any moment. I'd never feel the passion in his kisses. It was hard. It still is. It kills me every day. Clace.
Rated: K - English - Hurt/Comfort/Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,313 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 12 - Follows: 5 - Published: 12/8/2014 - Clary F., Jace W., Simon L., Isabelle L. - Complete