Seven Love Songs. (c) strawfelly

a Mortal Instrument Fanfiction.

Disclaimer: None of the character nor the universe is my own. I just own the idea of the story. Credit to Cassandra Clare.

Hey there Delilah, what's it's like in New York City?

I'm on thousands miles away,

but girl tonight you look so pretty yes you do.

-Hey There Delilah – Plain White T's

"Excuse me," I was walking through the sea of people in New York. It's my kind of thing to distract myself from thinking about Isabelle Lightwood too much. Apparently some guys are really psyched about whole Valentine-not-Clary's-father thing and made some show in the road. I wasn't really interested to see the performance, it was just me wanted to continue my journey, walking in the wrong direction of where most of people go.

It's been fifty five minutes.

She should've been calling. Or texting, anything. I just cant stand the idea of her having fun, or whatever in wedding without me. I understand the circumstances didn't allow her to invite me, I can see she really want to. But I hold her promises, I already tried to send a message to her. But I haven't get response from her. So I guess it's either she is very busy, lost her phone somehow, or… the worst case scenario is something happening in Idris.

I can't even imagine it. I don't want her to get hurt. I don't even want to imagine her getting hurt, that's why it bothers my mind. I am on my way to meet Clary, at our usual place. It's not the same café that I likes to visit with Izzy, but this? It's way more ancient than that. I know that we shouldn't meet alone together, since we're both still good friend, but I got Izzy and she got Jace. But this is something different, I need to know stuffs that only the shadowhunter knows. Like the festival or stuffs there, and most importantly why I am not allowed to come and what they will do to me if I sneaked in.

I picked our usual place, I can detect Clary's is not here at the present, so I ordered my coffee and sat down alone, sipping my coffee, thinking about what is possibly happened to her. I gets me feeling down, I worry too much about her even that I don't notice that Clary is already seated in front of me.

"Simon,"

Her soprano voice jolts me into reality. Clary seems notice that things is going wrong to me. And I notice that she is not alone. She is with the tall blonde man who is as known as Jace Morgenstern, or Wayland, or whatever his name, I kind of forgot how he got those much full names. One thing that I remember is I don't invite him over this little meeting.

"Sorry I bring Jace along, he kind of insisted." Jace waved his hand over, it's almost like he want to say 'we're cool, right?' "I'm sure that he will gives us some information." I hope that he really will. Or else, I don't think that I can handle him.

"So, you didn't attend wedding in Idris too, Jace?"

"The invitation came out late, and I never meet Isabelle's cousin anyway." He sips his cup of tea. "It's okay, I like to be in New York better with Clary though."

They shared a kiss, which makes me thinking about Izzy much worse. Then Clary realize that I don't feel the comfort here. Clary stopped kissing him, while the jackass Jace is still craving for some more. I remind me all over again to not do something to him.

"So, what's happening?" She asked me.

"She's not answering her phone. It's been one hour and counting ever since then."

"Maybe she is just busy, dude." It's Jace the one who's responded me first.

"She promised to text me every five minutes."

"Situation changes." I never ask for Jace's comments, but I do my best to respect him, while waiting for Clary to say something. Just, anything.

"I think Jace got some point here. Just give her some time, she's not such a texter, it require some time for her, especially when she's busy."

"Then what if she's not answering for halfday?" I shrugged. It's hard to not be with her.

Clary holds my hand, not in the any romantic-intention but just in helping-friend-in-need-intention. "We'll figure it out. I'll make contact to Idris to find out what happen,"

I'm feeling so glad to have her as my friend, one thing I am thankful is she don't ditch me because of Jace, not this time, at least. Even she bought him over instead. I'm not a big fan of him, he can be such a jerk for some quite time, but well, he saved me once. Not that I'm feeling that I owe him much, it's just, well, better not keep that going.

"I'm out of here to attempt on distracting myself, keep me in touch about Izzy or Idris, okay?" I drank the last sip of my coffee as I stand up, pick up my coat—that's totally just to make me looks like human, February air is freezing, though I feel nothing—and leave the café. I gave them some private time together, in one of my favorite café. I am such a good friend, right?

I should not drown in my own sadness, I walked up to the (lalala)th street, there's a record shop that I love. I'm not going to buy anything, maybe just put some vinyl on and listening to good music for free, well, I never ask Izzy to go there, maybe she'll love some legendary music? Even that's only mundane's music, but legendary is still legendary. My mind floats through as I walk in one of the busiest street in Manhattan. People in different styles pass though like there's no such thing as the crowd of people around here. Some of them not even mundanely walking in the pedestrian, they use skateboards, or even bicycle. Now, when I think of bicycle, maybe I can do something with Izzy…

That's when my phone rang.

And it's the ringtone that I put only for Izzy.

I can feel my heart skipped some beats, I am very excited to answer it that I walk even faster, and so I answered my phone. I can hear her voice on the other side of the line, the voice that I've been missing for hours. But just because I am so busy, I some random guy in the pedestrian who use bicycle ran through me and hit me quite hard. If I am still a human, I would trip all over and disturb the traffic of the pedestrian. But since I am no longer human, the only thing that is missing is my phone. It fell down, and got stomped by a few feet when I found it.

It's broken.

Now, my whole world seems to sunk into the darkness.

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