AN: Wow, the last chapter, except for the epilogue I guess. Even though it hasn't been that long, that's crazy to me. Thank you so so so much to anyone who has read, reviewed, followed, or favorited. You're all amazing, and thank you so much for giving it a chance! Thank you so much if you've just discovered this story and just read all the chapters, thank you so much if you literally saw it two minutes after I posted it. Wow, just wow. Okay, I guess I'll get to the chapter now. Sorry for rambling. Well, um, here it is!

Meeeeee: Hello! Yes, of course I'll make more stories! What you just described sounds like a really interesting story! I've never read it, but I hope it doesn't sound too similar to that one. Sorry, I guess it would be kind of weird if I was interested in what you were talking about with your friends because I don't really know you. Well, I know you love Clace! ;) By the way, I dropped some hints throughout the whole story that she wouldn't die, but they're kind of vague, so I didn't really expect anyone to notice them. Enjoy the chapter! Also, um, I do not doubt that you were serious!

DracoLover13TheDeathEater: Hi! Hmm, find out in the chapter! Thanks for the review! I'm glad you enjoyed the previous chapter!

I'm not u: Hmmm, you're right... I have a serious problem with cliffhangers. Glad you liked the chapter! Hope you aced your test! Enjoy the chapter!

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As my eyes opened, I was surprisingly quite calm. Taking in my surroundings, I got a little bit of piece for the first time in a while. Well, my only complaint was that everything was too white, too bright. There was a golden haired man in the room, and he looked like an angel. His eyes fluttered and a light snoring sound reverberated off of him.

And then my brain caught up to my eyes, well, sort of. Erm, why was I in a hospital? And why was I the patient? Why was Jace in the room too? Why did he look so tired? Why was my mouth so dry? All excellent questions, and yet I still hadn't quite fully caught up. Suddenly, a moment of enlightenment. Unfortunately, it brought more questions. Questions that I voiced rather loudly.

"JACE? Woah, okay, that was loud. Erm, Jace?" My voice was not very used to speaking, so it came out way too loud the first time around.

Awakened by my slight obnoxiousness, he went through the same three stages I had a moment before. First, complete ignorance, then confusion, and finally understanding. Not that I would admit this out loud, but it probably went a lot faster than when I did it. To be fair, I was waking up from a light coma and he was waking up from a light nap.

"Hm, what? Oh, hi Clary. CLARY?! You're awake?!" He asked these questions joyfully but cautiously, as if he was afraid I was a figment of some hopeful dream.

"Um, yeah, that's me. So, I'm guessing I survived," I stated. Despite our happiness at seeing each other, this resulted in a rather awkward silence.

Fatigued and distraught, he finally grasped what was happening. Ripping himself out of the chair, he sprinted the few steps to the bed where I was trying to sit up.

"C-Clary, wow, you, oh, I, wow, oh my god I have no idea what to say or what is happening what what what what what?" My eloquent boyfriend, ladies and gentleman. Pretty much forgetting trying to grasp his ability to speak, he grabbed me into a hug. It was not crushing, as pain was definitely a factor, but gentle. I asked him to fill me in on what I had missed.

"Well, Simon and I sort of found you I guess? Technically you found us. Oh shoot- Simon! I have to call him as soon as we're done calling. He really missed you. And I... I did too." As he explained, a not so faint blush settled on his cheek bones, which was a pretty rare sight. Once again, I was pulled into an embrace.

We were so close together that when I felt tears on my cheek, I thought they were coming out of my own eyes at first. But, they were not.

"I'm sorry," he choked out. Finally, someone else's turn to sound like a dying porpoise. However, I really didn't have any idea what he was saying, or what he meant.

"Um, for what?" I asked.

"I promised you and myself that I'd protect you, that I'd keep you safe. And then when I couldn't, I promised myself I'd find you. But no, I failed at that. I couldn't even do that for you. You saved yourself." The words poured out haphazardly, just as his tears were starting to flow faster.

"Hey hey hey, none of that! That's ridiculous! What matters now is that we're together. It's not the best of circumstances, but we're sitting here together and we're talking to each other and we're happy and we're, we're alive!" The last sentence came out with a childlike quality, both in my choice of words and the fact that it was a run on sentence.

"I promised myself something again," he deadpanned. Not wanting to interrupt, I raised both of my eyebrows questioningly. Yes, both. I still hadn't quite mastered the raising of one eyebrow. "When no one was positive you'd wake up, I promised myself something. While you were gone, I spent a lot of time worrying that I'd never get to say I love you. Before, I thought it was too early, but we live in a world where you can wake up happy and then get hit by a train. So, now, I, saying it. For the first time, but not for the last. I, Jonathan Christopher Wayland, am I'm love with you, Clarissa Adele Fray. And for the future, both foreseeable and unforeseeable, I promise to never let that stop without a fight. And when we're less young and clueless, I want us to have a family together. I want us to wake up to each other. I want us to have a life together, whether it's normal and suburban or exciting and foreign. And if you'll come with me, I want us to have adventures together. Well, I know that was a lot, but, um, whaddya say?" He blushed again and coughed before looking down.

It was my turn to cry, my turn to not have an understanding of how to speak. "Oh my gosh, yes, of course, what, oh my gosh, what? Okay, okay calm down. Yes, I love you too! And yes, to everything you just said." As he chuckled, I was met with an embrace for the third time in about ten minutes. Not that I minded, but this one involved a bit more kissing. Gasping, I pulled away.

"To new adventures," I whispered into his ear, proposing a toast. The reply was immediate.

"To new adventures."

EDITED AN: Yeah, so I know I said there would be an epilogue, but, I'm thinking that I should just leave it at that. I don't really have any thoughts on what they could be doing that wouldn't be cliche, and the ending made it a bit hard to continue. It kind of just stops there. Yes, new adventures, but for the future. I don't know if this is making any sense. It's kind of hard to put in writing...? Hope you guys understand. Bye!