"Jace" she whispered, the look of sorrow was all over her face, the distance of her seemed so impossibly far, that I wanted to reach to her, to just grab hold so she didn't drift any further away from me, from the world that seemed to attack her. I knew I couldn't touch her, I knew it would wreck everything I was working for, but I could never forget the soft touch of her lips, the light feel of her body cradled into my arms, the laugh that burned my face till I couldn't help but smile. "What if I can't do that, what if I can't accept you?" she asked staring up at the sky, refusing to match my stare. It's not like people had ever accepted me before, people accepted what wasn't me, I had never tried like I we trying now.
That was no reason to give up.
"For years of my life, I told people my parents left me because they didn't love me; I defiled my parent's memory, because I was afraid people would call me a coward for hiding from the man who killed my parents, for just watching them die. I couldn't face the music so I lied about my parents. I walked the streets, like I didn't give a crap about anything. I do care; I care way too much for my own damn good." I bowed my head letting the rain hide the fallen tear on my cheek, fighting back the lump in my throat. She just leaned against the door frame and stuck her hand out to feel the water, I watched her through my hair, pulling it back out of my face before I spoke again. "Don't act like you don't care, I know you do, you have been waiting for someone to care about you for a long time, and I care. You can't pretend with me Clary."
Her eyes met mine, fear present beyond danger. "What do you want from me"? Her voice was icy and tired.
"Give me one week to prove to you, I'm capable of being your friend, if at the end of the week you don't want anything to do with me, I will leave and you won't have to see me again. If you think you can deal with it we can work from there."
I almost thought she wouldn't answer, but then she did. "Fine, but promise me you're not lying!" her green globs met my stare; the gentleness in her seemed to be covered in this protection, so if I looked even close to lying, she would slam the door in my face
"I swear on my angel" I said strong and proud.
"What do you mean angel, who's your angel? "She asked. There was something about the way that she asked that told me, she didn't believe in heaven or hell, I didn't, but growing up my mom always reminded me of an angel. The ones that always saw the good in anyone, who loved everyone and didn't believe in war.
"My mother" I turned around and walked away from the open door, walked away from any question she may have about my mother.

I Watched Jace drive away on his bike, the noise disappearing into night. I turned and closed the door walking into my living room to sit on my couch. The open yearbook still sitting to the page that told me I had known him once, maybe not him, I knew the nickname they called to him down the halls, "J" I whispered to myself remembering the name out load. I had never known him, for who he was, and probably few did, but I knew that people were afraid of him then. He knew how to fight, knew how to make someone pay for crossing him. The question was how much of that was true. "I'm not a good guy" his words rang through my head, reminding me that it was a huge leap, off a cliff, with him being my only life line.
I knew I was looking for reasons to not want to know him, but I did, it was wrong of me to accept someone so quickly. He made me challenge what I had pictured my life to be, like the idea wasn't realistic anymore. Growing up alone, an artist, in a quiet home, just didn't seem to cut it anymore, and it was all because of him. I could ask myself why, over and over again, but I won't ever find the answer I'm looking for.
I had spent so many years in my life alone, not one friend since elementary. Simon, god I missed him, he was always there even if he was too young to understand why I was afraid to go home every day after school, why I could never go to his birthday parties, or read comics with him at the park. He told me once; no matter where he was he was always with me that was before he left. He never came back, and I never saw him again. Perhaps Simon Lewis forgot about me, but I could never forget him.
I looked over at the framed picture I had of the two of us on my 8th birthday that was sitting on my bookshelf. His sister had taken it while we walked; they had offered to walk me home. My step father had yelled at me that night because he saw them, telling me I was already a whore Like my mother, I told him Simon was my friend. I could never forget what he said then, "You don't have friends. No one gives a shit about you, not me, not your whore mother and not that pathetic piece of shit kid. No one will ever care about you" fuckin bastard!
The next day Simon brought me that picture in a frame as a birthday present. He had been my friend, he had cared, and because of the one thing he gave me, I survived. I remember taking the image everywhere I went, holding it at night, because it was my one connection to world.
Maybe having another friend could make me stronger. Perhaps Jace, the broken boy, and me, could find some comfort.

Together.

So I hope you all are reading or have read "city of lost souls", I'm still reading mine, I'm trying to make it last long. In honor of its release I'm uploading this chapter as quick as I can, it's not long I know, but this story seems to be nicer with shorter paragraph's.

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-The Black Tattoo