Its been two years since Jace died. I felt like everything was dark and gray. Finally my mom got fed up with me being all sad and stuff so she said: "Clary get up, go outside, and I don't want to see you for two hour." So I went the park where i first met Jace. As soon as i sat down, memorys started coming back. i started crying all over again. After crying for a bit, i heard a voice behind me.

"Are you okay, kid?" I turn around to see a tall boy with coal black hair, snow white skin, and ocean blue eyes. All i could thinK was "DANNNNNNNNG THAT BOY IS FINE."

"Y-y-ya i'm fine. Why do you ask?"

"You're crying, if you didn't notice. Hi i'm William Herondale, but you can call me Will. Everyone does." He held out his hand. I took it saying "Hi I'm Clary." He was about to say something, but his phone went off. He looked at it and said "I gotta take this here is my number call me ok?" I just nodded. He walkled off and i headed home. When i got home my front door was open but my mom wasn't there. I started walking up the front porch steps, when a huge guy walked in front of me, He said "There you are." I turned around and ran. I heard pounding footsteps behind me. I made a quick right and dove into some bushes. He came to a stop and looked around. Finally he pulled out his phone and called someone. After a second or two he said "Sorry boss I lost her... but she was fast...I'm not as young as I used to be... ok I'll find her." he hung up and ran a different direction. After a few minutes, I called Will. He answered on the third ring.

"Hello?" I busted out crying. "Clary, whats wrong? Where are you?" he asked franticly.(authors note: i cant spell very well)

"49th street... in bushes... help me." i sobbed.

"Calm down Clary I'm on my way." He hung up and i wrapped my arms around my legs and waited. After about 10 minutes i heard a car pull up. I heard a door open and shut. I tried to stand out but i twisted my ankle and cried out.

"I got ya Clary" Will pulled me out. I grabbed him and hugged him. I was to afraid to let go.

"Come on Clary, you're coming with me" he said. I just nodded. I got in the car and we left. After a little while we drove up to a similar neighborhood.

"You live in this neighborhood, next to his old house." i asked quietly.

"Ya why?"

"That house used to belong to my dead boyfriend."

"Thats impossible. The guy who lives here has owned the place for 8 years." As soon as he stopped the car i got out and ran to the door. A blond boy opened up and I gasped.

"HOW DARE YOU!"