Glass Shattered, painting the floor to sparkle. The frame lay face down and I almost wish that it was all in my head. That what I saw was a projection of my own fears, and not a cruel twist of fate that just sent the world tumbling around me. It was constant, this was just constant and I wanted it to stop. This was an unforgiving fate, where two people could be tied in endless barbwire.

But that's how it works right? Soul mates meet countless times in many different ways. They always find each other, but that doesn't mean everything is all well and good. Sometimes it's just fun for god to play us into an infinite line of pain. In fairy tales were taught that true love concurs all, but in the classics we learn that, that's just not always the case.

So looking down at the rough, splintered block of wood holding yet another ridiculous tie I have to Clary. I have to wonder, who are we? Are we the inevitable love of Prince and Princess, capable of anything despite everything? Or are we the forbidden love of Romeo and Juliet, doomed to be each other's end?

As I walked out the door, it certainly seemed doomed.

...

We must have sat there for hours, Simon detailing his many visits to the home. How he was keeping track of who was coming and going. His theories as to how my 'parents' came into possession of the small boy. What troubled me the most was how he had never seen Luke, not once! Knowing Luke that meant one of two things, he was arrested, or on the job. I would love to think he was dead, but sadly that couldn't be the case.

It shouldn't be this way.

"I don't know what to do," the words fall and honestly I'm not even sure if I was actually speaking to Simon, or if it was just me admitting that this was it. I don't know if I can save someone when I can't even save myself.

But I have to, there's no question.

This boy needs my help, and I'm not willing to let him become me. Worse I'm not willing to let him become Luke. I just don't know how I can stop something like this. It's probably too late at this point.

"I didn't want it to be this way Clary," his voice is so weak that I almost didn't hear him. "I wanted it to all to make sense, to be easy. But this, I don't know how to fix this without becoming a monster."

"We're all monsters Simon. WE may not start out that way, but it's inevitable. The world turns us into these things that can't live without hurting the people around us," and maybe it's time that I started breaking my own rules. "Take me home, there's something I need to do."

"Clary-"

"Stop," I interrupted, raising my voice in a way that I almost never did. "We will get him out. I just need a few hours. A day at most."

...

So its been almost 2 years and im not going to make excuses about why I haven't updated this story. This is a short chapter just to let you guys know, I'm getting my shit together. My writing has changed in style a bit over the years and I hope you guys will appreciate the progress I've made. This story has maybe three or four good chapters left in it and I want you guys to know that I'm first going to finish it and rewrite each chapter to do this story the true justice it deserves instead of the simple and chaotic mess it used to be. I'm going to add the depth it's lacking and make this a story to remember. I hope you stick around to see it become what it should have been from the start.

Thank you, The Black Tattoo.