Previously in Without You...

Was Jace returning? Was that why the mirror was vibrating?

I didn't know, but I just had to wait and find out.

Chapter 6

Clary's POV

I stood in the middle of my room just staring at the mirror as it continued to vibrate on my dresser.

I didn't know how long I had been standing there but all of a sudden I had to cover my eyes from the blinding light that exploded from the mirror.

I few seconds later I moved my arm and blinked, slowly regaining my vision.

Once I could see again, I slowly shuffled my feet over to the dresser when the mirror was still sitting, perfectly still now.

Nothing seemed to have changed; not that I had noticed anyway.

My feet stopped at the edge of the dresser and I looked down.

When I did, I gasped.

The mirror was no longer clouded over; it was clear again only this time, it was broken.

I told myself not to freak out. I still had the mirror but it was broken. That had to mean something right?

After a moment of thinking, I turned around and ran out of my room and down the hall towards Jace's room.

Without thinking, I just pushed the door open only to feel my hope and confidence slip away immediately.

The room was still bare – no sign that anyone had ever used it.

I fought hard to hold back my tears and I took off, back towards my room.

I dodged Church on my way back and slammed the door, hoping no one would bother me.

How had I failed?

I wanted Jace back more than anything. I needed him more than anything.

He was the air I breathe and I'm sure he felt the same way about me.

I had barely survived two weeks without him; I didn't know how I would survive now.

I know, I survived sixteen years without him but that was because I had never met him. I knew him now and there was no way you could survive without Jace once you met him.

He was perfect in every way – there was no denying that.

Sure, Jace had his bad moments like when he became too self-absorbed or too cocky or just shut everyone out because he was in one of those 'it's not my fault it's yours' moods but he also had his good moments like when he showed how much he cared and when he became sweet and loving and when he forgave you for a small mistake.

I mentally slapped myself as realization dawned upon me and the tears began to fall down my cheeks at a faster rate.

If I made a little mistake, Jace would always forgive me. Sure, he might be mad for a little while or he might just ignore me because he felt hurt or upset or betrayed but he never held a grudge for too long. He always forgave me.

I had never forgiven him for that night at the party. I hadn't heard the story behind what was happening and I didn't want to listen. I blamed Jace for everything when in reality; it probably wasn't even his fault.

Jace wasn't one to let people in. He put up walls because he was taught that 'to love is to destroy and to be loved is to be destroyed.' He didn't want to hurt the ones he loved and he didn't want to be hurt himself so he rarely let people in but when he did, he held onto them forever. He cared about them and protected them. He would never hurt the ones he loved – and that included me.

Jace would never hurt me purposely. I once again mentally slapped myself. I was an idiot to ever believe that Jace caused the trouble that night at the stupid mundane party.

If he were behind that whole thing, it would mean that he wanted to hurt me. It would mean that he didn't care about me but I knew that wasn't the truth.

Jace cared about me more than anything, just like I cared about him.

After that night at Pandemonium, he never stopped caring. He cared about me from the moment he saw me standing there, watching him, Alec and Isabelle with wide eyes.

If he didn't care, he would never have come looking for me. He wouldn't have tried to help me discover what I was, he wouldn't have helped me rescue Simon or my mother – he would've just shut me out like he does to most people.

I broke down crying again, collapsing onto my bed and clutching my pillow as tight as I could.

If I had only listened to Jace when he tried to explain what was going on that night – if I had only forgiven him sooner – I wouldn't be in this mess.

I would have the man I love at my side.

I didn't care about anything now. I just hated myself for making that stupid wish.

I don't know how long I lay in my bed, clutching my pillow, but I soon cried myself to sleep.

A/N: And that's the end of that chapter... Final chapter/epilogue coming after I get a few reviews on this chapter...