Only One
Disclaimer
I do not own the characters of the mortal instruments that belongs to Cassandra Clare.
Jace 8
Clary 8
Jace pov
"Cry"
That word always stuck. I only heard someone say that once to me. It was her, a pale girl with freckles everywhere and fire like hair. "Cry, don't hold it in." She had said. "Boys aren't supposed to cry. It makes them weak" I had said while sitting under the oak tree.
"Bullshit" Red cursed in her small voice.
"Everyone should be able to cry. Crying doesn't make you weak. You're weak if you don't admit to yourself that you may cry. We're all human."
That's was the first time I cried, one tear at a time falling until there were none left.
"May I sit?" she had asked
"Sure"
Removing a sketch book from the satchel at her side she started to draw.
20 minutes later
"Finished" Red said excitedly
"May I see?" I asked
When I saw the sketch it was of a small boy under an oak tree that looked exactly like the one were under. The boy looked practically like me staring up at the branches above looking for the stars that the sun took the limelight from.
"Beautiful" I said
"Do you want it?" she inquired
"JONOTHAN HERONDALE! Come here this instant what did I say about leaving my side and talking to strangers, I'm very disappointed in you" My mother yelled coming out of nowhere.
"S-sorry mother I didn't mean to I'm c-coming" I stuttered leaving the tree and girl with one last glance. That was the last time I saw her but I came back every day looking for the girl with bright red hair and freckles.