Here is the rewritten chapter to this story. I know I probably shouldn't have done all of this to confuse you guys, but I wrote this story a while ago and I felt like it should have some closure. So here it is.

ClaryPOV

The funeral progressed a lot slower than I had wanted it to. With all of the people that had shown up to give my mother their condolences, we ended up staying hours longer than we have intended. Simon looked pale the entire time, and while he tried to look strong for our mother, I knew he was close to breaking down in tears. Eventually, my mother got the message and ushered us to the car. I stared back out across the cemetery, feeling hollow. Jace hadn't shown up, and I needed him now more than ever. Tears stung at my eyes. Simon, through some form of sibling telepathy, knew what I was thinking of and wrapped me in his arms. Burying my face into his chest, I let the tears fall and wet his suit. I felt his own tears wetting my fiery hair, but neither of us seemed to care.

Silence followed our family for the rest of the day.

It wasn't until two day later that Jace rang the doorbell of my house.

I heard Simon answer it and waited for the tell-tale creak of someone coming up the stairs. Instead, I heard raised voices. Gathering myself, I rushed downstairs and caught some of their conversation.

"What the hell gives you the right to show up here and expect to see Clary?"

"I need to tell her something important."

"Well, you should have thought of that two days ago. In case you'd forgotten, there as a funeral! She needed you to be there, so where were you?"

"I need to sort out some things."

"Oh really? Like what?"

"That's really none of your business, now is it?"

"See here, now, asshat-"

"Guys!"

They both turned towards me. Jace looked relieved, while Simon looked ready to punch a wall. He was the first to speak.

"Jace is here."

"I can see that. Why don't you let him in?"

Jace looked smug for a moment before he thought better of it and composed his face. Simon shook his head.

"Are you sure, Clary?"

"Yeah I'm sure. If he has something important to say I want to hear it."

Simon and I turned to Jace.

"Well?" I asked.

Jace blushed.

"Well, I kinda was hoping we could talk privately…"

I sighed.

"Alright then. We'll go to my room. Let him in, Simon."

Simon looked as though he was going to refuse, but stepped away and allowed Jace to cross the threshold. Jace gave him a slight nod and followed me up the creaky stairs and into my room. I shut the door behind us and looked at him.

"Before you get to your 'important' information, can I ask you where the hell you've been?"

Jace stared at his feet.

"Well…. I…"

"No. I know Simon already asked you, but seriously, where the hell were you? You left me there all alone."

"I-"

"And on top of that you don't even call of text me with a good reason not to be there. I called you, did you know that?"

"Yes but-"

"But no. You didn't think it important enough to return my texts or pick up when I call?"

I felt the tears come back and stream down my cheeks.

"I looked for you for hours, thinking maybe you were just late and would come later, but you didn't. I was a mess all day and you-mmmph!"

My rant was cut short by a pair of lips pressing to mine. Startled, I began to pull away, but strong hands cupped my face and kept me there. I felt myself melt into it and return it. Slowly, we broke apart, he face also shinning with unshed tears.

"That's what took me so long to sort out. My feelings. After everything, I didn't know if I could face you. I holed myself away and refused to speak to anyone until I could think clearly. I came over here the minute I could. I love you, Clarissa Fray, and I'll be damned if I have to keep it to myself any longer."

I couldn't help it. I laughed. He flinched.

"Are you laughing at me?"

"A little bit. Only you, Jace Lightwood, would hole himself away all over a girl."

A small smile made its way onto his face.

"It's part of the whole Jace Lightwood experience. Take it or leave it."

I chuckled again. Leaning in, I pressed my lips to his again for a soft kiss.

"I take it."

His smile broadened as he chuckled and kissed me once more. Once again I felt my heart flutter in my chest. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close.

"So how are we going to break the news to Simon?" he asked teasingly.

"I don't really care as long as you're there with me."

He rested his head on top of mine and snuggled me closer to his chest.

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

The End.

Well there you have it. It only took a couple of years, but I finished it. You'll notice my writing style is a little different than the other chapters, but that just has to do with aging and taking classes to improve. Hopefully they worked, but I'm not going to rewrite all of the chapters.

This is the official end of the story. I will be deleting the sequel I made Scars. And now I want to take the time to thank everyone who read and reviewed, favorited, followed, etc. You guys truly rock and I appreciate all of you. Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it.

~GrimmSistah