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Jace POV

She had changed so much is seven years, but she was still beautiful. More beautiful. Clary. I was so surprised when I heard her talk when the last council member entered the room. I wanted to believe it wasn't her. I thought that maybe it wouldn't hurt when I saw the owners face and it wasn't her. But it was and I was so shocked and so happy to see her.

"Clary-" I tired to talk to her, but she shook me off like some pesky fly that didn't know when to leave.

"I go by Clarissa now." I didn't say anything after that, just looked at her. I noticed the ring I gave her on her forefinger. It looked like she had it re-sized to fit and part of me was hay that she kept it, but it was her family ring. She wore a more dainty one of her other hand and I assumed it was the Fairchild one. I guess we all have to accept who we are in the end, her a Morgestern/Fairchild and me a Herondale.

She had grown a little bit taller since I saw her last, her hair not quite as unruly, laying with ease as it flowed down past her shoulders and her chest. She had filled out to, her face had lost its softness and her eyes were harder. She had changed so much since I last saw her, part of me wondered if she was still the Clary I had loved. Loved? I still love Clary. She had changed, morphed into the shadowhunter she was destined to become. She has taken the Morgenstern council chair and I realized this was who Maryse was tutoring a few years back.

Clary could have gone anywhere in the entire world and she came here, to the place all shadowhunters call home. I ended up giving my request to her, I never took my eyes off of her, but she wouldn't look at me. I admit, I was surprised when she voted in my favor. The head councilwoman gave her a sidelong look and I saw anger flash on Clary's face. She never was good at hiding her emotions. She gave a very expert reason for why I deserved the Herondale legacy, surprising the woman. I couldn't hep but smile at Clary.

"Clary? Will you please look at me?" I asked when everyone had left the room, the two of us together alone for the first time in seven years.

"There's nothing I want to say to you, Jace." Clary said, standing up and taking the sword out of my hands. I released a long sigh, thankful to no longer hold that terrible sword. Ever since it had pierced my heart, I didn't particularly care for it.

"Why not?" I questioned while she still held the sword, her back turned.

"You broke my heart." She whispered before walking away, not once looking back. I was shocked. I broke her heart? I looked down to see I was fiddling with my necklace again and I pulled the chain out from under my shirt. It had an engagement ring on it, the one I was planning to give Clary but she disappeared before I could give it to her. I remember being so frantic when she had gone missing, more so than anyone else, even rat-boy. I thought she had died or had been kidnapped but I never stopped looking, that's why I wore her ring around my neck. Now here she was, believing I broke her heart.

"Clary! Clary Fray!" I yelled, running out of the room after her. She was settled in the saddle of a horse, patting it's neck affectionately. She looked up, eyes puffy but narrowed as she gazed coldly at me.

"Clary Fray died a long time ago." She stated before kicking her heels in, the horse taking off quickly. The Clary I knew didn't know how to lead a horse with her knees. I was speechless, again, and I did the only thing I could do anymore. I chased after her. I stole someone's horse. I just jumped on it and took off, giving the owner my winning smile as I flew by. I had to catch up to Clary. I knew the my Clary was inside the shell of this person I had seen, she flickered up in stuble little things like her anger, her clutching at her ring when nervous.

"Clarissa, wait!" I half expected her to push the horse faster but she didn't. She heaved a small sigh before pulling the horse to a stop.

"I didn't think you'd actually stop." She gave me a dark look and I knew the only reason she stopped is that somewhere she still loved me. It caused me to smirk and her roll her eyes. By the Angel, I missed her. "What did you mean when you said I broke your heart?" She looked surprised and then hurt, like I had salted a not quite healed wound. She looked down at her hands and I could see the sob that racked her body.

"I..." she stopped, taking a deep breath and I couldn't stop myself from reaching out to her and pulling her into my lap. She didn't struggle and I held her close, relishing in the feel of her against me again. "I heard you talking to someone and then proposing, well trying to. You kept messing up and saying 'Clary' and then getting mad when you kept saying it. I heard a chuckle, a girl chuckle and I couldn't listen anymore. It was like I had given you my heart and you tossed it aside like trash. I made a portal outside of the Institute and came here to start over. And then you show up again. I almost lost it back there." She was clutching at my shirt, her fingers curled, sobbing like crazy between words. I wrapped my arms around her, burying my face in her hair. She still smelled like strawberries. I chuckled lightly and she froze in my arms.

"Are you laughing at me?! You asshole!" She started struggling but I only held her tighter.

"I was practicing proposing to you and I wanted to say 'Clarissa' instead of 'Clary.' That chuckle you heard was Izzy. I was asking her for help on how to do it right."

"You were going to propose to me?" She sputtered and I couldn't help but laugh again.

"Yes. I was practicing proposing to you and then you disappeared without a trace. I didn't know what to do, I was frantic with worry and anger that you had been torn away from me. I didn't know what to do with myself when I couldn't find you." Clary started sobbing again. "And then I find you here. Living a perfectly content life without me."She gave a harsh laugh tilting her head up to look at me, her large green eyes bright with tears and something almost happiness.

"It hasn't been a perfectly content life. It's been hard and lonely." she whispers the second half to me and I knew what she meant. There had only been her for me and only I for her. I leaned down to kiss her, pressing my lips against her softly, hesitantly. Her fingers snaked around my neck, tugging softly at my necklace. She pulled back abruptly, taking her fingers gracing the ring on my necklace.

"What's this?" She questioned and I smiled, not smirked, reaching up to take it off. I slipped the ring off the chain and held it up to her.

"This is yours. Or it would have been." I said grasping one of her hands, I slipped it over the tip of her finger, sliding it down past her knuckle where it rested at the base of her finger. "Still could be." She gave me a ghost of a smirk, a look I now understood why she hated so much, and kissed me again.

"I would love to wear another one of your rings, Jace." She whispered. I smiled against her lips, pulling her closer.

"Then I guess you can keep it."

The End