Thanks for reading. This chapter is back to the fight scene between Clary and Jace, but in Jace's POV

Disclaimer: Cassandra Clare owns the characters

It was a week before anyone saw Clary back at the institute. Jace was extremely worried. He had finally driven her away. He was almost certain she wasn't coming back. But Max was still here. He was praying to the angle Raziel that she would come back, if only for him.

Jace was lying awake one night thinking about the mess he had made when he heard a noise coming from the training room. He knew only one person trained at this hour in the night, so he quickly changed and ran to the training room. There she was, just as he had hoped, throwing knives at the wall, hitting bull's eye each time.

"Clary" Jace said "where did you go"

"Paris" she replied simply. Paris? What the hell was she doing in Paris?

"Clary we need to talk" he said before he could stop himself. Talking was how this had happened, but he had to tell her the truth.

"About what Jace, what could you possibly have to say to me?" A lot.

"I love you Clary" Jace said "I have since the moment I meet you and I always will. And I know you feel the same" She had said it to him that night at the club, admittedly not in the way you would want someone to say it, alas she hadsaid it.

"That's not fair Jace" she looked to him but he wasn't going to drop the topic. They were going to drop this for once and all. "Fine, I'll tell you what, we have a hand to hand combat fight, if you win you can say whatever you want to me, and I'll listen." That sounded like a good plan to Jace, he had beaten Clary plenty of times before.

"And if I lose?" Questioned Jace

"then you have to leave. Deal?" He could always find her another time, in the majorly unlikely even he lost.

"Deal" said Jace.

Clary walked over and got to wooden swords. He missed her so much. The look of her, the smell, her voice, her smile, her lips… She handed him a sword and stood in the fighting position he had taught her. He smiled to himself and said "Go".

She jumped off her back foot and made the first strike, hitting his hand that was holding the sword. She was much faster than he remembered. Whilst he stopped to re-grip his sword she flipped over him and got back into her stance. Jace then jabbed at her, which she easily blocked. It was then that she realised how easy it actually was to defeat Jace. He always has the same fighting style, strike hard and fast. He was definitely good, but majorly flawed. She ran to a wall and he chased after her. When she reached the wall she ran up it and flipped over him again. Before he could turn she held the sword to his neck. When he tried to continue fitting, but she tripped him then crouched over him so he couldn't move, and held the sword to his throat.

She jumped straight away, faster than ever before. While he re positioned his grip, she flipped over him. He quickly turned and jabbed at her, which she blocked. Damn, she's gotten good. He saw her smile, God how he missed that smile. He saw that she was already half way to the wall, so he chased after her, but she flipped off the wall as soon as he got there. He could feel her sword on the back of his neck, and attempted to fight it off, but all to quickly they were on the ground with Clary pinning him down with her sword to his neck. She hadn't even broken a sweat. He was staring at her lips, and before she could stop him, kissed her. He tried to fill it with every emotion he was feeling, but it was over all to quickly and he felt a sharp sting on his cheek.

"Leave" she whispered, he saw tears in her eyes, and so desperately wanted to wipe them away. She then yelled "Now, just stay the hell away from me. I wish I never even met you." And then started to cry. He got up and walked out of the room. He felt like she had ripped out his guts and had deceived to decorate the room with them. He went to the kitchen and got some ice for his cheek before heading back to his room. He stayed in there for a little bit before he heard Clary go into Izzy's room. He quietly opened his door and sat in the hallway to listen to what Clary had to say.

The things she said kill him. The way she thought of herself… And this was all his fault. He heard Clary stop talking. He couldn't listen to anymore, and definitely didn't want to be seen by Clary so he ran to the greenhouse, a place he loved to sit and think. After he was up there for about an hour, he realised it was 3 in the morning and started heading down the stairs, only to see Clary sitting up next to them. He started walking slowly before he realised she was asleep. He went to pick her up to carry her to her room but saw that she was hugging something. He slowly unwrapped her arms, for them to reveal a bottle of rum. It was three quarters empty. He set the bottle down and picked up Clary and carried her to her room. He saw her stir a little bit and she said "Jace". She was obviously dreaming, and he knew she would be for a while after seeing how much she drunk. She was as light as a feather. She had always been light but now it felt like he had lost about 15kg. He was very concerned by this. He then realised that just by running his fingers over them, he could count each and every rib. He knew he had to fix this, even if it meant giving Clary up.

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