I'd love you if I could

chapter 7 - World of their own

A/N: Wow... I haven't updated in forever. Sorry if this chapter is crappy. I tried to write this like a hundred times. Huge writers block. Extra thing to know if you don't... Clary and Jace are not legally divorced. So technically they're still married. To anyone who actually reads the A/Ns, guess my favorite color and get a preview of the next chapter. If you guess right you get an extra long one, but if you guess at all you'll still get one. Got it? I'm starting 7th grade in a few days and I don't know... maybe a lot of homework? So I might be updating at random times... just letting you know. Okay... on with the story :)

Disclamer: I forgot to put these... Well I don't own TMI :(

Warning: Literally just like 2 curse words...putting this just in case

True love is when you shed a tear and still want him. It's when he ignores you and you still love him. It's when he loves another, but you still smile and say 'I

m happy for you' When all you really do is cry... and cry.

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He turned around and met...

Those green eyes

"C-Clary?" He stuttered, almost dropping Belle. She nodded, put on a small smile, and walked forward slowly. She stopped when the distance between them shortened. The stared into each other's eyes, standing in the middle of the bustling street. People walked rapidly around them, but they remained frozen, completely unaware of the world around them. They were in a world of their own.

Ten minutes later, they were sat in a bakery. The outside world was busy, full of orders, the smell of fresh baked pastries and coffee. In their world, it was complete silence. Just awkward silence. Silence that Clary decided she needed to break. She looked over at Belle who was sitting and playing in the corner of the shop with the other kids her age. She looked back at Jace. He was facing the other way, as to try to not look into her eyes again. She took a deep breath.

"J-Jace" She said shakily. Silence, no answer.

"Jace" She tried again. This time her voice was bolder, stronger. No answer...again.

"Jace" She said louder.
He rolled his eyes and turned to her, "What?"

She hadn't prepared for this. She was shaking with nervousness running through her body at 100mph. She hadn't expected that he would actually turn and answer her. Ok, what to say, what to say? She racked her brain for somewhere to start. He looked at her almost trembling figure and his eyes softened. Had she lost her tough side? The side that could stand up for herself while she was gone? The look in her eyes was almost enough for him to run over to her and forgive her. Almost.

"So, how have you been," Clary attempted to start the conversation.

"Oh, how am I doing without a wife? Great. How is Belle doing without a mother? Great. What do you fucking think?" He responded sarcastically. Clary was taken back by this response, but she should've expected that he wasn't going to play nice and strike up a friendly conversation. Especially since he was Jace.

"I'm sorry." She said quietly, but loud enough for Jace to hear.

"Well sorry isn't enough, I don't even know why I'm sitting here right now. It's seriously pathetic." He said with an angry expression, but inside, he was exploding with guilt as he watched her expression change drastically and her heart break. He turned away so he wouldn't go back to her and beg for forgiveness, and got Belle where she was playing. They left, left Clary sitting , looking at where Jace was a minute ago, sobbing.

Jace entered the insitute with his head down. Isabelle was waiting at the opening of the elevator for his arrival. He was too...he didn't know how to describe the feeling... to ask her why. Isabelle had a huge smile thinking they would get their fairytale ending, Clary would be coming home next to him, and he would be carrying Belle. And Isabelle was not that dumb. She knew that the frown on his face and him looking down were not good signs that it had went well. She was definitely curious about what happened, and she wanted to keep her mouth shut, so she wouldn't irritate him. For some reason, she went with her instincts.

Jace started to walk toward his room, and Isabelle followed, sitting on his bed. He put Belle down to play and he sat on his desk.

Isabelle decided to start the conversation,"How's your day? See anyone in particular...?" She put on a light smile trying to cover up the fact that the atmosphere was definitely not a cheerful one.

"No," he narrowed his eyes,"you knew?"

"Know about what?" Playing dumb was clearly the best option here.

"Clary," He pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned back against the wall.

"What about her?" Isabelle said, with the same aproach. Normally, Jace would've seen through her facade, but now, he was too conflicted to notice.

"I saw her today," He said in a quick whisper.

"What happened?" There. She asked it. No going back now.

"I don't know, I guess she just started talking and then I sort of just yelled at her," he said. Wow he must really be screwed up right now. Normally he would keep things to himself.

"Then?" Isabelle pressed.

He gave her a look but went on, " Well then I left, but she deserved it. She just got up and left. I - I'm - I don't know what to think anymore. She left and now all of a sudden she's back. What's that supposed to mean?" He looked up and noticed Isabelle's presence. " Why the hell am saying all this?" He said more to himself.

He scrunched his eyebrows,"Can you please just leave?" He stood up and led Isabelle quickly towards the door. He opened the door and made a gesturing wave.

Once she was out he told her, "If Belle wakes up, take care of her. I just need some time alone." His tone was cold and hard. Isabelle nodded and with a click of her heels, sped down the empty hallway.

Clary xOxO XoXo

I looked into the mirror of my bedroom and grimaced. I looked like a raccoon. Mascara was running down my face and circling my eyes. I know what you're thinking, Clary Fray- I mean Fairchild er Greymark now I guess, wearing mascara? Lexi started begging me to wear makeup, but I'm only wearing it this one time to please her. She reached out to grab a tissue, but accidentaly knocked down the picture frame. The frame shattered to pieces and made a light clinking sound when it touched the ground.

Third person POV

"Crap," she muttered. She bent down to clean the mess up. She began picking up the tiny pieces of glass in her hands. Her gaze trailed to the right where a picture of Clary and Jace. She picked up the picture and leaned up against the wall. They were sitting on a park bench holding hands, looking into each other's eyes, looking so in love. To an outsider, it must've looked like two teenagers who acted like they were gonna spend the rest of their lives together and break up 2 weeks later, but to them, it was so much more. Isabelle had taken the picture, and Clary had been mad at the time, but when she gave the red haired girl the picture, she was secretly thankful.

Now, the sight of the picture made her burst into tears. She slid down and was now in a sitting position hugging her knees and crying her eyes out. Again. As tears rolled down her cheeks, memories were flashing behind her eyes.

She remembered when she first met him at the pandemonium. She remembered how she was fascinated by how fast and graceful his movements were. She remembered the feel of his hands on her arm, his face contorted with concentration as he traced the rune on her arm. Most of all, she remembered the night he first kissed her on the rooftop. She willed the memories to stop, they were just too painful to remember. They didn't.

She thought of the time when he kissed her in the Seelie Court with so much passion. It took her breath away completely. She thought of the time when she saw him lying lifeless on the sand near lake lyn. She shuddered involuntarily. The pain of just the memory was unbearable. She thought of the relief and joy she felt when she opened her eyes with him staring down at her. Those feelings were so strong, it was impossible to forget even if she tried.

After half an hour of crying, she felt a strange determination. She was going to get Jace to forgive her. They were going to be happy again. Just like things should be. The threats had stopped for years now. And she was free to love him with everything in her, even if he hated her.

Everything was going to be okay.

Right?