Chapter Three
Clary sat on the top of a ladder in the Institute ladder. She had come to cool off, just to relieve the pressure that came with being a shadowhunter. Like that pressure would ever be lifted from her shoulders though. She had picked up her Shadowhunter's Codex, but couldn't force herself to read. She set the book down beside her, on the floor. She was to stressed to put it up on a shelf, so she just left it. She walked to the window, sitting in the window seat. She caught herself glancing, and then staring, at the ceiling. The stunning domed church ceiling reminded her of the first time she had come to the Institute. She had been left speakless from it's beautious architecture, and she still was.
She had sewn a pocket inside the dress' skirt. She reached in leaving her stele, but pulling out her witchlight. She recalled when Jace had given her the glowing stone. She had turned sixteen, in the greenhouse. Jace had given her the witchlight, and when they left he had tripped and kissed her. She had leaned in, keeping blanced by cupping her hands against his neck. It had been life giving. She just wanted to breath him in, as though he were her air supply.
She felt her feet taking her away from the window. Her heart overpowering what her brain thought. She pushed the doors of the library open, going through an endless maze of hall ways in the Institute. She made her way up a cast iron spiral staircase, that lead to the greenhouse.
She took a step from the top of the stair case and saw the midnight flowers, not in bloom due to the time not being midnight. She walked out and was engulfed by the smell of flowers and other plants, that grew a plenty in the room. She continuedd walking, her boots stepping in puddles of water that had originated from the sprinklers. A figure in a black tux sat on a bench looking at a picture. Jace.