Author's Note: Thank you guys so much for the reviews! I've decided to lengthen the story but it will still be short maybe 5 chapters? Anyways here's the second one hope you guys enjoy it! Please review!

It was a year now. Jace was barely managing. Clary was his life and ever since she left well, the life in him left as well. He used to be so well at putting up a façade and making people think he's fine, but ever since Clary broke down his walls, he was never the same again. He tried, god knows how many times he's had to take a pause to focus once again to put his calm demeanor back, to show everyone he was fine. Everyone walked on eggshells around him and frankly he couldn't stand it. It just kept reminding him of what happened.

She never came back and he never went back to New York. He lives in an apartment closer to his work and she lives in the hotel their family owned in New York. He couldn't bear to keep living in their house without her and she couldn't bear to go back and pack everything. Nothing was touched or moved. Their clothes stayed in the closet and their pictures were still hung up. A cleaning crew to clean every month and everything stayed neat and clean. However, they don't know that a cleaning crew comes twice every month, one funded by him and the other from her. Deep inside, they both knew they were still hopelessly in love with each other, but none has the courage to face the other.

She isn't as energetic and outgoing as she used to be, she couldn't stand to be happy without Jace in her life. She never paints now. She continued to paint for a while only to continue her contracts with foreign galleries. However, once the contracts terminated she stopped painting altogether. She closed her gallery and said it's due to lack of time, but it's really because she had no inspiration. Jace brought the sunshine in her life with his golden features, literally, and without him her life continued to be an endless dull path.

When the news, of Clary's gallery closing, reached Jace he broke once again. This was Clary they were talking about, the girl who loved to have fun and live life to the fullest, the girl whose life was filled with bright colors. He wanted to fix her, to fix what he broke but he just wasn't sure if he was the answer. He ruined her and he wouldn't be surprised if she turned him away the next time they saw each other.

Izzy tells her about his wellbeing, about his endless drunken nights, stupid fights at bars, and the lost hope to live altogether. The company started to decline and for a moment even her parents wanted to intervene to fix whatever it was between them. Their parents understood and let them solve their problems by themselves, but when it was ruining their lives, they had to interfere. Jace's father, Stephen, took over the company for the mean time since Jace became incompetent to do it. His grandfather of course started to talk about disowning him, and for a time she almost went back to help him. She told Izzy she wants Jace to get better and she passed along the message. Then slowly he tried to pull himself up. He finally stood up to his grandfather, not caring one bit about his acceptance anymore.

It wasn't even about his acceptance of Jace, it was about his acceptance of his mother. Jace's grandfather, Mortmain, didn't approve of Jace's mother, Celine. She wasn't from the social elite class and he saw her as a disgusting trash. She wasn't who he would've chosen for Stephen to marry, but Stephen did nonetheless. Celine passed when he was little due to illness and his father became distant. Mortmain raised him under strict conditions and it wasn't until Jace's teen years that Stephen realized how much he missed in his son's life. Stephen realized how he neglected to give Jace the love and care he deserved. However, it was too late as Mortmain had already tainted him. He finally moved on though. With the help of Stephen, he overcame his self loathe due to Mortmain's influence. Clary was ecstatic to hear this. He may be the reason for Jace's horrible decision to bet on a business deal, but she was happy for him. She knew how much Mortmain intimidated Jace and frankly she would have punched the old man herself.

She heard he's getting better but he's not the same Jace anymore. He's not sarcastic. He doesn't joke around. He doesn't even watch football anymore. They told her he never even looks at a girl and always declines their attempts. Somehow it made her feel better. She still felt important to him. They tell him she hasn't seen any guy either and she still cares for him but he's too hesitant to believe it, he hurt her too much. They tell her he's still hopelessly devoted in love with her and to be honest she still is too. She just didn't know if she was ready. She's forgiven him but was she able to move past the pain?

"Hey Jon sorry I can't make it to the meeting I have to fly to Paris to meet with Hodge."

"You painted?!"

"Uh no I was asked to be an art consultant for this new collection they're receiving."

"Oh alright. Be safe okay call once you land from your flight." She knew everyone wanted to her to paint but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She'd remember all those times Jace fell asleep on the couch beside her as he waited for her to finish, or whenever Jace would suddenly come up behind her and paint her face causing an all out paint war leading to more tiring activities making her forget about painting altogether. Almost every memory of painting was somehow connected to Jace. He was her inspiration to paint and she couldn't focus herself to gain another inspiration.

"Alec sorry I didn't say anything, but I'm in Paris right now. I can't make it. Something went wrong with contract with the European supplier so I have to fix it."

"You could've said something! How were we supposed to know you weren't in the country! You know we always worry about you ever since-"

"Yea I know. Thanks. I'll call you when I'm on my way back. There's a place I wanted to stop by." He knew what Alec was going to say. Everyone's been watching him carefully as if he would break any second. He couldn't blame them, he did become a mess. He still is a mess, just a slightly more organized mess. His life still meant nothing to him if Clary wasn't in it. The contract was already fixed. It was such a minor mistake he felt irritated that he had to travel all the way to Paris, but in the end he couldn't regret it. He was by the gallery Clary co-owned and displayed her paintings in.

He immediately knew which piece belonged to Clary. He's spent more than enough time with her to recognize her painting style. Just being near her work made him feel kind of complete again. It still hurt though, as he browsed through the paintings he could pinpoint the exact moment when everything happened. He saw the change in colors, the change in emotion, the change in the brushstrokes all depicted in the paintings. He hurt her immensely and he could never forgive himself.

"Excuse me sir? My name is Sophie. Did you any help?" She was probably an assistant around here. He can see her gaze at him, knowing she found him attractive but he did not care one bit. No one can compare to his angel.

"I understand this gallery sells pieces to buyers as well. Can I purchase this one?"

"Uh- yes of course. Are you sure? This is the most acclaimed piece of the entire collection. I'm afraid it has a bit of a price to it."

"Money isn't a problem," he simply responded as he handed her a plain black card. He would've bought her whole collection even if it made him poor but he wouldn't want that. He wants her work to be displayed, for the world to see her beautiful creations. It would be a waste to keep something so beautiful hidden from everyone else. So instead he settled for the painting in front of him. It was simple; the joyous colors all swirling intimately together to create an image on intertwined hands, their intertwined hands.

He can remember when she made this. She was on a painter's block that whole month so he took her to a hike overlooking the valley. They sat by the meadow and had a picnic together. She leaned on his chest when he carefully wrapped their arms together with a pair of their intertwined hands lying on a pile of rose petals he's picked. He came home from work the next day to be met with the sight of her asleep on the floor covered in paint right next to the exact painting. What he wouldn't give to get that back.

"Um sir? If I may direct you to another painting just as beautiful?"

"There's no need, this is enough." He couldn't understand why she was so hesitant to sell it. Was there another buyer? Immediately he grew nervous at the thought. He'd be damned before he let someone else have this painting that meant so much in their relationship.

"Uh there's actually another piece she did-"

"I said this is it! Is there a problem with it or do I need to speak with whoever's in charge?!" he snapped.

"N-no sorry sir. I'll be handling your purchase now," Sophie stammered as she hurriedly escaped the room to close the purchase.

Clary made her way in the gallery as she finished with her meeting with Hodge. The collection was beautiful, yes, but some of the pieces didn't match with the theme of the gallery viewing in which they would release it. She gave them advice and judged the pieces with a strict scrutiny of her painter's instinct. Sophie bumped into her as she turned to the hallway on her right, leading to the room in which her pieces were being displayed.

"Oh! I'm sorry Ms. Morgenstern!"

"Sophie how many times do I have to tell you? Just call me Clary. Why are you in such a rush anyway?"

"Oh Ms.- err Clary! This man just purchased your most expensive painting. I know you didn't want it on sale and I tried I really did try to sway his decision but he was adamant that was the piece he wanted."

"Oh I see. Go close the purchase in case he gets mad, but I'll try to speak to him." Clary tried not dwell in her disappointment as she might have to let go of the piece closest to her heart. No, she wasn't going to let it go. This represented their love. She was a billionaire damn it and she would pay double as much as the buyer if she had to.

"He's still in your collection room. I must warn you he's a bit ill tempered and snappish but oh my word he's the most beautiful man I have ever seen. You should ask him if he'll be willing to be your canvas," she snickered as she saw the blushing cheeks on Clary's face.

"Sophie! That's - I - Just do your work," she stammered as Sophie laughed at her.

Clary regained her composure and headed to her collection room to try and persuade the buyer. She walked with great confidence and grace that suddenly all faltered to a stop when she was met with the sight of the man. It was Jace. She couldn't deny that golden head of hair anywhere along with his broad shoulders and the way he held himself. Clary took a step back and hid behind one of the pillars decorating the middle of the room as she watched him admire her paintings. He was really here. She couldn't believe it. The man she's been pining over trying to get the confidence to see once more is now standing just a few feet away.

Jace continued to browse through her paintings when he came upon a dark grey painting. For a second he thought it was misplaced as the colors seemed too dark for Clary's taste but then he froze. It was a girl with wings, an angel. It showed her side profile as she looked down and the rain drenching her. You couldn't know if she was crying or if it was just the rain but judging by the slumped shoulders along with the drooped wings, you'd say she was crying. It looks beautiful. The rain dropped on her, emphasizing the slight deteriorating parts of her wings. It may be black and white but for some reason you can just tell her wings and dress were white, as if trying to illuminate a dark path. He looked to the side inscription and read the title Destroyed Angel. His heart froze and he couldn't breathe. This was her. This was what she felt, what he did to her. Moving his eyes along her arms he could see she was grasping something along her slender fingers. It was the engagement ring. She wasn't wearing it but she was holding it between her fingertips. He staggered back, knocking over a vase of flowers in the process, and leaned against the pillar right behind the painting. He slowly slid down, as if the energy was being slowly sucked from him, He wants to disappear, to be swallowed up in the pain and forget how he hurt her. He was a monster. Jace couldn't deal with the pain and anger in him, he didn't know how. It was anger towards himself for hurting such an amazing person. Slowly he clenched his hands, not caring one bit about the shards of glass and thorn filled rose stems inside his palms. The blood slowly dripped down his arms and he felt the sting, but he didn't care. This pain was nothing compared to what he did to Clary, to his angel.

She saw him stare at her piece. The piece she did right after her heart broke. The piece she poured all her sadness and heartache into. Slowly she made quiet footsteps to make her way towards him when he staggered back and fell over knocking the vase. She froze at the loud sound in the quiet room and faltered in her steps. She didn't know if she should comfort him but upon seeing the blood pooling down his hands she let out a gasp and crouched in front of him immediately grabbing his hand.

"Jace! What are you - stop clenching your fist! Let go you're hurting yourself more!"

"It's okay, don't you see? I hurt you more. Besides I don't care about the pain if it means I'll be seeing you like this in my dreams," he whispered as he slowly raised his eyes to look at her. He sounded completely devastated, probably what she sounded like before.

Clary brushed her palm against his cheek and kissed his forehead. "This isn't a dream Jace. This is real. I'm real. I'm right here so please stop hurting yourself." She started to sob quietly. How did it come to this? They were both hurting without each other.

"No you can't be real. You're always gone by the time I wake. I hurt you too much and pushed you away." Tears were slowly falling from his golden eyes but he didn't even notice. All he focused on was to not wake up to stay with Clary a little longer. He couldn't even remember how he knocked out, maybe it was the blood but that was what he wanted. He wanted the glass to cut so deep to hurt him, maybe even to kill him.

"No no no baby please. I'm right here Jace. Please stop honey you're scaring me. Your blood! Oh my goodness Jace stop please! I'll still be here just please let go of the glass." She was almost shouting hysterically now but she doesn't mind. All she knew was she had to make Jace stop from embedding the chunky rugged piece of glass from embedding it into his palm and wrist.

"You're real? You're really here?" He seemed so amazed. Clary didn't know if it was the blood loss causing him to be out of it or he just really couldn't believe it. With the hand that wasn't filled with blood, he caressed her cheek brushing his thumb against the slowly falling tears on her face. Then, ever so slowly, he leaned forward tentatively brushing his lips against hers. It may have been a year since they've kissed but everything was still there, the sparks, the fireworks, and the passion. As if a spark exploded their kiss grew more languorous and passionate. Jace's hand moved its way to the back of her head gently cupping her neck and gripping her hair pushing her face towards him.

Clary was surprised with the passion and love she felt all in one kiss. She responded with as much aggressiveness Jace was giving. It was if they were pouring all their bottled up emotions into this one kiss. She lost her balance falling on Jace's lap and for a second they separated only to look into each other's eyes. Green looked into gold and gold looked into green, both seeing one thing, passionate deep love and care with an underlying lust. Then all of a sudden as if the distance was too much, their lips met once again doubling the heat from the first one. She moved into a more comfortable position which ended up as her straddling him, not even caring she was wearing a skirt. No one realized they were in public too caught up with each other until all of a sudden a leg came forward kicking Jace in the face with enough pressure to knock him out accompanied with a high pitched "HIYA!"

Clary being in a frozen state couldn't move and almost let Jace fall sideways, before catching his head last minute, avoiding the little pieces of glass. Carefully she grabbed his face and leaned him against her chest, cradling his head and placing a kiss on top of his temple, before looking up at where the leg came from to be met with a Sophie in a karate stance. "SOPHIE! What the heck was that?!" She was irritated. Sophie was a nice girl and Clary knew she isn't normally violent but she just ruined their reunion not to mention knocking him out in the process when he was already bleeding. Suddenly she let out a gasp. Jace was bleeding! How could she have forgotten? With a quick twist of her body she grabbed his wounded hand and cradled it in her lap using her scarf to wrap around it, to prevent more blood loss.

"Sorry! I thought - I didn't - I thought he was hurting you! I told you he was snappish and rude and I saw the blood. I thought maybe he was forcing you against your will!"

"It's alright Sophie. Just please have my car ready by the front and ask security to help me lift him. Also, tell the janitors to clean up in this area and replace the vase. Inform Hodge it was only an accident, nothing serious happened. After that, please contact my doctor to inform him to pay me a visit in my apartment urgently." Sophie was based in the gallery but in all intents and purposes she was more importantly Clary's personal secretary. She knew Sophie could finish all her tasks efficiently and quickly no matter what she demanded.

She looked down at his bruising face and brushed his hair away. He had cut his hair and his curls were only halfway grown. Only then did she notice how much he's changed. There were deep black circles under his eyes and his cheekbones seemed to pop out more. His face seemed to become hollow obviously showing his lost in weight. It's clear he hasn't been taking care of himself. She placed a lingering kiss on her forehead as she whispered "I'm sorry Jace. It's okay. We'll fix it. We'll make it through this love."

Clary was always hesitant to be back with Jace, in fear of him hurting her again. However, seeing all his guilt and misery from hurting her she knew one hundred and one percent that he truly loves her with all his heart. Seeing how much she's affected him by leaving caused a pool of guilt in her stomach. She decided then and there all this pain will end. It was obvious they both love each other and couldn't bear to be without the other. Trust may have to be rebuilt and they may need to start it out slow but it doesn't matter. They will do whatever it takes to fix each other, to be whole again.