So, once again, I've had to take a huge chunk of time off... This time completely from writing. But recently I've been doing a load of writing exercises with my boyfriend :) so I'm back, hopefully.
Over the next few months, and a lot of coffee, Jace and Clary gradually reconnected. It wasn't an instant relationship- how could it be after all the bad blood between them? But they tried, tried to talk through what had torn them apart.
Amber, it seemed, had become their relationship councillor, and often stepped in when topics such as 'so how many guys have you slept with' came up to dispell what usually dissolved into an argument and one or both storming off muttering something about how they wished they'd never been reunited.
It was those rocky days that cemented their friendship again. She was recording a new album so sometimes he would spend time with her in the studio, Because to Clary music was the way she communicated, expressed herself. She could tell Jace That she loved him through her music, but not through conversation with him. She was experimenting with a new style, something more acoustic, and to be honest she loved it, it wasn't fake like most music- there were no effects pedals or auto tune adjustments, just pure music. The way it was supposed to be.
But something was missing, or someone. Although she enjoyed her friendship with him, she found herself wanting more again. She had come to realise that Jace was scared, that he didn't want to move on from a friendship because he didnt want to lose her. So that day at the recording studio, the picked up her guitar, smiled, mouthed "I love you" to him and began to play.
Some call it faith, some call it love.
Some call it guidance from above.
You are the reason we found ours,
So thank you stars.
Some people think it's far away,
Some know it's with them everyday.
You are the reason we found ours,
So thank you stars.
There are no winds that can blow it away on the air,
When they try to blow it away 's when you know it will always be there.
To some it's the strength to be apart,
To some it's a feeling in the heart.
And when you're out there on your own, it's the way back home.
There are no winds that can blow it away on the air,
When they try to blow it away 's when you know it will always be there.
Some call it faith, some call it love.
Some call it guidance from above.
You are the reason we found ours,
So thank you stars.
Thank you stars,
Thank you stars,
Thank you stars
only a short one, but I'm in Kenya right now so I've been squeezing writing in when I can. Review if you want to read more :)
Vikki