So sorry it's been so long, but I've been caught up with a lot of personal and emothional issues, not the least being diagnosed with a long term muscular weakness in my knee, which affects my Martial Arts. However, I've been working hard to improve my writing technique as part of my English A-Level. I hope this new chapter is up to scratch, and that you all enjoy it. I'm also soon going to be removing all the ANs from this story.
Jace couldn't deny that he was surprised Clary had invited him to the recording studio. He'd found the note, neatly folded and written in a handwriting that was heartbreakingly familiar, pushed under his door that morning. It had been six months since he'd last seen her, six months since the day she'd torn his heart into shreds for the second time.
The building itself was pretty non-descript- a stout concrete hulk the colour of sandpaper with streaks of black dirt. However, on the door was a thickset man dressed entirely in black, obviously security, and was checking the IDs of everyone as they came in. As Jace approached, he felt as if perhaps Clary was playing some kind of twisted joke on him, that the security guard would reject him and kick him to the curb like yesterdays news.
His surprise at finding the note was as clear in his mind as if it had only happened a moment ago. He had just awoken, hung-over and not feeling living in the day anymore. He'd poured himself a coffee and gone to grab a jumper from the peg by the door when he'd seen it, inoffensively sitting on the mat, staring up at him.
He'd opened it, and nearly dropped both it and his coffee.
Dear Jace.
Jace,
I know it's been a long time, and I don't deserve any good feelings from you. I should have said this a long time ago, but I wanted to give you space- time to hate me. I'm sorry for what I said- it never occurred to me that it would ever hurt you. I guess you could say it took a stern talking to for me to realise that all these years I've been hiding from the truth- that I never asked you what really happened, never gave you a chance to explain.
I know I don't deserve it, but I really want to see you again. I'm recording today- the address and time is on the back- I hope I could perhaps see you there?
Clary.
The hall to the recording studio was papered with posters, including ones of Clary, and Jace once again marvelled at how far she'd come- and how much she'd changed. Once he arrived in the studio, he could see Clary and her band, aimlessly milling around in the booth, and a sole recording technician sitting behind an overwhelming array of buttons, sliders and knobs. He smiled when he saw him and handed him a set of headphones. In the booth, Clary smiled at him, and behind her, the band got ready to play.
Strain this chaos turn it into light
I've got to see you one last night
Before the lions take their share
Leave us in pieces, scattered everywhere
She could see Jace, standing stock still, watching her, listening through the headphones that crushed his golden hair to his head. He appeared dumb struck, his eyes wide as he realised she was singing to him. She was still surprised that he had come- that had proved it to her. Jace was still in love with her. She didn't want to believe it when Amber had told her, but standing before her was real, living, breathing evidence.
Just give me a chance to hold on
Give me a chance to hold on
Give me a chance to hold on
Just give me something to hold onto
It's so clear now that you are all that I have
I have no fear cos you are all that I have
It's so clear now that you are all that I have
I have no fear cos you are all that I have
She was so free behind the microphone, a smile wide on her face. Her red hair was wild and curly, bouncing as her head moved to the beat. He could scarcely believe it, but she was singing to him. To him. He thought she'd changed so much, but underneath all that armour he realised the Clary he'd fallen in love with was trying to break through.
You're cinematic razor sharp
A welcome arrow through the heart
Under your skin feels like home
Electric shocks on aching bones
Even though she had change irrevocably, over the past few months the startling realisation that she had been wrong all those years had taken its toll on Clary. She'd found herself unable to even look at another man, and all that she stood for before had come rushing back to the surface. Even her music had felt this shift- she had never been so inspired in her life.
Give me a chance to hold on
Give me a chance to hold on
Give me a chance to hold on
Just give me something to hold onto
It's so clear now that you are all that I have
I have no fear cos you are all that I have
It's so clear now that you are all that I have
I have no fear cos you are all that I have
There is a darkness deep in you
A frightening magic I cling to
Give me a chance to hold on
Give me a chance to hold on
Give me a chance to hold on
Just give me something to hold onto
It's so clear now that you are all that I have
I have no fear now you are all that I have
It's so clear now that you are all that I have
I have no fear now you are all that I have
Lyrics belong to Snow Patrol- Kudos if you know what song :)
Vikki ;)~