Chapter 1 Woo! Thank you all for your follows, favorites and reviews! Like always it make my day that you guys are enjoying this story! The sequel wouldn't even exist if it weren't for you! So here is Chapter 1!

Chapter 1

Her mother was a florist. She loved flowers. Included them everywhere. She was also an artist. Like Clary, she couldn't get enough. She decided to paint everyone with their favorites. She painted Jonathan with Cattleya Orchids, meaning Mature Charm. Valentine with a red Poppy, meaning Pleasure. He could always make her smile. And Clary with Violets, meaning Faithfulness. Clary painted one for her mother as well. It had orange Day Lily's on it. Her mother's favorite. They symbolised; a Mother's Love. Which confused Clary. Why would she leave?

She was in darkness, letting her thoughts run around and around in her head. The orange lily, her parent's laughter, the piano, her brother picking her up and spinning her around the room, laughing. Everything soon turned black, taking the memories away from her. The lily necklace. The only thing left in her vision, began melting away in red drops of blood. Her mother's blood. "Clary!" Her breathing picked up, she saw her mother. Her chest had a red stain, growing until it covered her completely. "Clary!" The blood cleared and nothing was left but bones.

"Clary! Wake up!" Clary sat straight up, eyes widened, beads of sweat rolling down her face. She looked over and saw Jace, sitting on the side of her bed. She realised she was in her house, and it was dark outside. "You were having a nightmare," he said calmly, putting a hand on her shoulder. She lay back down on the bed, placing hand over her face, trying to stop the tears. "I'm fine.""she said, trying to sound calm. But she failed. "You were crying in your sleep," he added, rubbing her arm comfortably. "The evidence says otherwise." Clary sighed, taking his hand off her arm and grasping it in hers. "I'm alright." she said, giving him a reassuring glance.

He sighed. "I'll be on the couch if you need me." he said. He stood and was about to leave, but Clary didn't let go of his hand. He turned to face her, to see her on the verge of tears once again. "C-can you stay with me?" she asked. Jace gave her a look. "I don't know," Clary glared at him. "Do you want me to steal your keys again?" she asked. Jace sighed. "Alright, alright I'll stay." Clary moved to the other side of the bed, allowing Jace to climb in beside her. Sh immediately wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his chest. "Someone's clingy." he mumbled and Clary flicked him. He put hand to his head, and hissed in pain. Clary smiled and looked up at him. Before she could lay back down, Jace lifted her head towards his and kissed her.

She smiled and leaned into the kiss. This is what she needed. An excuse to forget everything else in the world. And just kiss him. Her feeling inside were mixed and scrambled. She wasn't quite sure how she felt about him, but she knew what they had, right now, was right. Jaace pulled away, giving her a kiss on the forehead before hugging her close to him. "You'll get through this." he said, hugging her closer. Clary just stared into space, lost in thought. But in how many pieces?

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Clary shot up in was the same thing over and over. The memories. The lily. The blood. She shook her thoughts away and walked into the kitchen to find Jace, lounging on the couch sipping his coffee. He turned to face her. "Morning." he said, giving her a small smile. She returned it and walked into the kitchen pouring herself a cup of coffee. She had bags under her eyes from the countless times she woke up the night before. She went to pour the coffee, but missed and spilled it all over the small island and her hand, burning herself. She cursed under her breath and ran to the sink, running her hand under the freezing cold water. Jace stood up, grabbing some paper towels and started wiping up the mess. "No, let me clean it up." Clary said walking over from the sink to the island, grabbing some paper towels as she did. "It's fine, let me get it." he replied. "No, you're my guest it's my mess I can handle it!" "Clary," "Pass me another paper towel please." "Clary." "I'll clean it up no need to do my work. I'm fine I'll-" "Clary!" he said, louder so she actually heard him. "You're stressed, you're tired, go sit down."

She calmly obeyed and layed down on the couch, getting lost in thought when the doorbell rang. Clary jumped up instantly. "I'll get it!" she yelled. Jace was still cleaning the kitchen so he let her go. Clary was glad she slept in her clothes so she wouldn't be in front of, whoever this was, in her pajamas. She opened the door to see a man, holding a bouquet of flowers in front of his face. She looked at them. They were purple hyacinth's which meant 'I'm sorry' with a Cattleya Orchid in the middle. She knew all too well what that one ment. It stood for 'Mature Charm'. Jonathans Flower. She took the flowers out of the man's hands so she could see him.

She was soon met by white hair, and emerald green eyes. Just like her mother's. Just like her's. She felt utter shock, then anger. She dropped the flowers to the ground and slapped him across the face. He looked away, then back at her. "I probably deserve that, don't I?" She couldn't fight it. Tears started to fall, and she threw her arms around him. He hugged her back and rested his head on her shoulder. "Hey Clare-Bear." he said quietly. She smiled. She didn't want to forgive him, but he was all she had. She was all he had. She smiled. "Hey Jon."

Shorter chapter, I know but Jonathan's here! Did you guys like the flower message? There will be more! Flowers will be a BIG role in this Fanfic. Well, eat cupcakes and enjoy!

-TBBG