"Jace?" Clary whispered, her voice barely audible. She watched as the light receded from Jace's eyes, his normally bright, golden eyes dimming with realization and understanding.
"It's me," Jace said, not looking into her eyes. For a moment, Clary thought she had failed, but when his eyes finally found her's, she gasped. She saw her Jace in those eyes and she leaned down, her lips pressing against his.
"No," Jace muttered under her, "Clary, I can't. I hurt you," he whimpered.
Clary laid her body next to his and let him cry silently as she held him in her arms.