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Sorry if there was confusion as to who he was. I thought from the thingy with the characters, I made it Clary and Jace, so I thought that would give it away and I thought, who else would Clary would talk to and I did describe his golden eyes, but my apologizes for not being clear, it's Jace, so I hope that answered your question Hawaiigrl. Sorry about that.

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Chapter 1: Shattered

Clary's Point of View

I burst open the door to Luke's – I mean my – house. I dimly thought, I never got use to the fact that this was my home now. I used enough pressure for the door to hit the wall and close again but by then, I was already inside.

I prayed that my parents weren't there, but just like everything else that day, what I wanted didn't come true. Still holding back the tears – just barely – I tried running upstairs to my bedroom.

"Clary, honey? What's wrong?" I heard Jocelyn asking. I just shook my head; I couldn't trust myself to speak. If I did, the barely held back tears would fall and once they fall…..

Mom, not happy with the lack of a response, gripped my wrist in an iron hold just as I reached the first step, her past making it impossible for me to escape. Damn, I thought. So close!

"Clary, speak to me! What happened?" Mom asked again, frustration veiled in her voice as she asked as gently as she could.

"Mom," I said, my voice thick. "I'm fine." After I spoke my last word, I wrenched my wrist back and sprinted up the stairs. I slammed my door shut with a loud, satisfying bang before locking it. It felt good to take out my anger, even if it was just on a door.

Pressing my ear against the door, I listened to see what my mom's reaction would be to my outburst.

"I don't know!" my mother said, sounding like she was upset said it before already. Seemed like I was halfway in her conversation with…Luke? I didn't notice him home.

"I need some coffee," mumbled Luke. I could picture him rubbing his temples as he got his drink that would help him think. Luke couldn't function without it; he was like a car, he needed gas in order to function but in his case, it was coffee. What I would do to have coffee….

I heard my mother's loud frustrated sigh. I couldn't take it anymore and stopped listening all together as I slid my back slowly down against the door, finally sitting with my back leaning against the door. I closed my eyes heavily as I remembered what happened with a pang.

I slyly slipped into the garden on the roof, the door opening without a creak. I smiled to myself, for finding him here, typical Jace. No one came up here besides Jace. If Hodge was here, he probably would be up here too.

As my eyes caught a glance at Jace, my heart leaped. His hair shone like a halo, the pale sunlight brightening it to a deep shimmering gold. My golden angel. As I studied him closely, I could see that his shoulders were relaxed for once, they've been tense for days now, but I didn't want to think about what happened the past days.

Grinning, I sat next to him on the bench, putting my hand on top of his. Instead of the reaction I was expecting, I could see him tensing, his face hard. His shoulders were no longer relaxed; they had tensed too.

I raised my hand to cup his cheek gently. "What's wrong Jace?" I asked, concern plainly written in my voice.

He flinched back from my touch, as if it burned him. I slowly dropped my hand back.

"Jace?" I asked anxiously. Why was he acting so weird? In fact, for the past few days he's been acting weird–

Jace broke my thoughts, taking my hand off his and laced his own hands together, hard. His knuckles shone white against his golden skin. I looked up at him, shocked. Feeling my gaze, he looked back up at me, poker face plastered onto his face.

"I'm fine," he said impatiently. It almost sounded like a growl. I put a comforting hand on his shoulder. He just looked at me – glared, even – and shrugged off my hand.

"Just, please. Leave me alone, Clary," he said, his voice burning. I searched his face for cracks in his mask, cracks that I would be able to read. With a jolt of surprise, I saw that he seemed desperate. Now I was really worried.

"Jace, I'm not just going to leave you while you're distraught," I said back firmly. After all, what are friends – girlfriends – for?

He looked at me, hard. "I'm fine," he snapped. "It's just that…"

"Just what?" I asked, my voice equally hard. I could tell where this was leading to, just like these past days.

The golden yellow turned stony. Taking a deep breath he said, "I think we should see other people."

I jerked back; this was not what I was expecting at all. It felt like someone slapped me, but it was a million times worse. Those seven words killed me. "What?" I asked, sure I heard wrong.

"I think we should break up," he replied, his voice and gaze even. I peered into them, there had to be some horrible joke being played here. I only found seriousness, and something else. Just as it clicked, he masked it away.

"If this is something to protect me from, Jace, then it's stupid. What's there to protect me from? Valentine? My father is dead, for the love of the Angel!" I rambled angrily.

"I'm just not interested in you anymore," he bluntly stated. I blinked.

"If you do this to me again Jace, I'll never ever forgive you. You can't get away with breaking my heart twice," I warned, with tears stinging the back of my eyes.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, not sounding the sorry in the least. He looked…relived somehow. As if I was a burden to carry around.

"If that's what you want," I whispered. He just nodded his head, not looking at me in the eye. I spun on my heel, and raced towards the door. I opened it, and looked back. Jace was still looking down at his hands, twiddling with his thumbs.

"I hope you're happy with your new girl, Jace," I spat venomously. The old playboy Jace was back. I should have known he was going to be a player again. After all it was his nature, I thought as I ran down the stairs that lead to the greenhouse.

I could hear Jace getting up, obviously angry. Why was he angry? After all, we both know it's true. He couldn't have said it any plainer. In fact, that's the first thing he said to me, 'I think we should see other people'. I can't believe I feel in the trap that all girls fall for: Thinking the player would change for them.

I sighed, and opened my eyes. My checks were slick with tears gushing down like a river. A sob rocked my body. I didn't even notice I started crying. I can't believe Jace broke up with me, not after all we've been through. It seemed unreal, the pain unbearable – this could not be happening but reality checked in on me.

I curled up in a ball on the floor, my head buried in between my knees, my arms wrapped firmly around my legs. The wood was cool and hard against my cheek. Each sob that rocked my body brought a new round of fresh tears; they never seemed to stop. How could he? How?

My mind burned as I recalled what he first said to me, 'I think we should see other people.' Of course, playboy just had to be back. Couldn't deal with me 'tying him down'.

I should have had this coming. I mean really, what was I thinking? After all these past few days, it should have been obvious. But noooo, I just had to hold on the last shred of hope.

I felt like punching something. Hard. But all I could do was to try to stop crying over him, but I couldn't. I felt like someone punched a hole where my heart was suppose to be. I am now hollow and empty. There was a missing piece to my heart, and Jace held that piece. Now, the piece is shattered, into billions of tiny little pieces, never to be put together again.

I squeezed my eyes shut, I couldn't deal with this. It was as if the world gave me my greatest wish to just chew me back up again after spitting me out twice already. First, we thought we were siblings. Then, my crazy, psycho father killed him. Now, he doesn't even want me!I could feel myself going into hysterics and I whimpered, taking my bottom lip into my top one and biting down hard enough to draw blood. Well, I thought bitterly, tasting the venom in my own mouth. Threes' the charm.

Okay, so sorry for the cliffy sorta ending. I didn't want to start the plot in the first chapter, so I think that's for the next chapter! Yeah, so I know I made Jace look like a complete douchebag *pardon my language* but that's just how he is, and you got to admit, we love him for that even though right now, not so much. So you guys finally found out what happened, I hope it wasn't a disappointment to people!

So, for making Clary so... emotional, although I never really made a story where I made someone upset so tell me how it was and what I can do to make it better! I hope this chapter wasn't too bad.

P.S. I might not be able to update this week again, sorry! Before you send your demons after me, that is why I updated this chapter (also, you need me to finish the story =p). I have a lot of work to do in school -.- I'll try writing as much as I can, trust me, I want to write it as much as you guys want to read it. Sorry for this chapter being short, I know I said I would make them longer but since I decided to move to plot a chapter down, it's shorter. But I promise the next one will be longer!

P.S.S. If you guys see any errors, don't be afraid to point it out! And, again, constructive criticism is welcomed =)

P.S.S. Since you guys didn't answer my poll on whether Clary should meet her parents when she goes home, I made it that she does. I wanted to give you guys a chance to say what you guys wanted in my story, so beware for future polls!

P.S.S.S. Okay, sorry for all the P.S.'s but if there isn't anything you guys don't get (that I can answer without spoiling anything) then don't be afraid to ask in the review or you can PM me. Hope I made the story interesting, and trust me, it is definitively going to get more exciting. So chao for now!

***Reminder: This is set AFTER City of Glass. And don't forget to review!