A/N: WOO! It's the FINALE! I'm actually sad to see this end! I decided I wanted to try and involve as many characters as I could in this so bare with me if it gets just a tad confusing…

Oh! And before I forget again. I do not own Breathe Me by Sia or the Mortal Instruments. I just torture her characters for pleasure.

Jace's world crumbled beneath him with one sentence, just three words as they escaped her lips.

"I hate you!" Clary screamed, her back against the wall, as if she was frightened of Jace. God, how could he have been so stupid? How could he have let it gotten to this point?

Their words had become nothing to him, a jumbled mush of pure rage. She was sick with grief and heartache and was being irrational. He heard words slip from his mouth he wouldn't even dare to think about and saw her face grow gray with sorrow and anger. He was killing her and he couldn't stop his ridiculous mouth from spewing these unnecessary things.

Clary bolted from the room, screaming profanities that didn't escape Jace's numb ears. He had done it again, hurt the one he loved most. It wasn't something he was unfamiliar with, no. But it hurt worse than Greater Demon poisoning and he could blame no one but himself for this slow suicide.

Help, I have done it again

I have been here many times before

Hurt myself again today

And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame

Across the street, Clary curled into a ball against the wall of the abandoned building for she could go no further. Tears streaking down her face and sobs clogging her throat. She gasped for air, wiping furiously at the offending tears. She wanted Jace, oh god, did she want Jace right now. But he was the one who tore her heart to shreds and threw them in the incinerator. She had even said she hated him yet she wanted him so badly, she felt sick.

"Clary?" Someone called, a tall silhouette in the Institute door way. Her heart clenched in pitiful hope but it wasn't who she wanted. Isabelle scurried across the street, yanking her hood over her mess of black hair and pulled her friend into her arms. Clary clutched to Isabelle's velvet coat, staining it with saline. Isabelle's hands curled protectively around the small girl's frame in poor attempts to warm her from the bitter rain coming down above them.

Be my friend

Hold me, wrap me up

Unfold me

I am small

I'm needy

Warm me up

And breathe me

Alec winced every time Jace's words were cut off by a sob trying to force its way into the emotionless boy's throat. Unwanted feelings of his own bubbling beneath the surface and he felt lost. Hadn't he decided that he didn't love Jace, but Magnus? But as Jace ranted and raved about what a moron he was and how stupid Clary was but how spectacular she could be, Alec felt himself slipping into a deep hole, a plunging abyss that one was to never escape called love. The blackness closed around him as he watched Jace throw himself onto the bed, his breath ragged and he felt the urge to comfort his brother. He felt unsafe as always in the territory and he wanted out before he could shatter.

Ouch I have lost myself again

Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,

Yeah I think that I might break

I've lost myself again and I feel unsafe

Isabelle watched as her brother paced across the room, his face uncertain and twisted with unbearable pain. Guilt racked her body and somewhere inside she knew her loyalty should have lied with Jace and her brother. But something about Clary drew her out here. She didn't even know what was wrong with her.

"Clary, honey, what happened?" Isabelle murmured. Clary's body stiffened and she glanced up at Isabelle with fear in her eyes. Isabelle's heart stuttered just at the look.

"You didn't know? Oh god, Izzy, I'm so sorry." Clary whispered, their roles now reversed. Clary was trying to comfort Isabelle from something she didn't know.

"Wh—what happened Clary?" Isabelle's voice cracked and lightning lit up the New York skyline.

"He's dead, Isabelle." Clary's voice was hardly there, engulfed already by another wave of tears. But Isabelle heard her and her heart crumpled into icy pieces. She didn't need a name, her heart knew exactly who she meant. Only Clary would so for him and be fearful of Isabelle's reaction. Tears slid from her eyes and she hugged Clary once again, looking for comfort this time for herself. Isabelle's stomach made it difficult for them to salvage the warmth and comfort they both needed from the hug but they made due.

Be my friend

Hold me, wrap me up

Unfold me

I am small

I'm needy

Warm me up

And breathe me

Jace stood to look out the window only to see his sister and Clary twisted together in a sobbing pile of cloth. His heart clenched so tightly, he was sure it had stopped for a brief second in time, but he knew he could not comfort either of them. Clary hated him already and Isabelle would be sure to kill him had he taken a step near her in this state.

"Jace, it wasn't your fault." Alec was quiet, nervous, as he placed a gentle hand on Jace's shoulder. Jace didn't move to the touch but let out a crackling sigh.

"Alec, you were there. You saw. Simon is gone because of me. I might as well have killed him. I let him go with us to a mission I knew was dangerous for him. I knew this pack of vampires wanted the daylighter dead. And I let him come."

Alec had nothing to say, even if he knew that it wasn't entirely Jace's fault. He had been there and he had seen Simon run off after one of the vampires trying to escape. Jace was preoccupied with not letting Clary get much action, Alec could not run fast enough to save Simon before the runaway turned and staked him where he stood.

Clary would believe it was Jace's fault though because he let him come to the mission. Because he didn't run to save him but instead gave her the unnecessary help. Because Jace did nothing to save Simon once he lay staked because he could do nothing. But Clary was shaking with grief and reason would not pass her ears.

And so he did the only thing he could with someone like Jace. He squeezed his shoulder, placed his sparring blade in his hand, and told him that they would go work off his angst. Because he was his friend and he couldn't hold Jace like Isabelle did Clary. But he could let him kick his ass.

Be my friend

Hold me, wrap me up

Unfold me

I am small

I'm needy

Warm me up

And breathe me

A/N: Don't kill me!