" By the angel Iz, I don't look anything like my self." I exclaimed. I was wearing an white, high waisted skirt ang a floral sleeveless blouse with light make-up.

"You should wear bright colours more often, you look like your in mourning if you wear black all the time." Iz said.

And it hit me like a tonne of bricks... they're gone.. they're actually gone... I'm actually alone...Jon...

And with that I was out my door and running down the stairs.

"Where's Jon." I asked in an uneven voice.

"Went to get lunch. Why?" but I couldn't answer. I just ran out the door and got in my car.

Jace's POV

"Clary." I called out but she was already in her car and driving.

"Where's Clary?" Izzy asked coming down the stairs.

"I don't know she just came down stairs and drove off."

"Fuck, we have to find her." Iz said grabbing her handbag.

"What did you do." I asked, I felt oddly protective over the girl.

"I said if she always wears black people will think she's in mourning" Izzy answered ashamed.

"Izzy, her parents just passed away." I yelled.

"I know now help me find her." She yelled back.

"How are we suppose to find her."

"How many red-headed girls do you know that drive a Shelby."

"Fine. I'll head up to the lookout."

Clary's POV

I was headed for high-ground a place I had only been once before. I got out of the car and walked over to the edge and I couldn't fight back my tears any longer. I just cried lucky for me I was the only person up there. I was looking over the lookout when I heard someone call my name. I turned to see Jace.

"What are you doing here?" I asked wiping away the tears.

"Here as in the look-out or here as in the great spiritual question of our purpose on the planet?" He asked with a cocky grin.

"I'm leaving."

"I was looking for you Clary, Izzy's worried sick." He answered

"Well tell her I'm fine."

"But your obviously not." He stated.

"It's nothing." I said turning away from him.

"Tell me about it." He asked turning me back around.

"I remember coming up here for Jon's birthday." I smiled. "It was only suppose to be me coming up, but our parents surprised us, we both got grounded for throwing a party even though Jon didn't even live with us." Despite my tears I laughed. "I just- its just- its my fault." I croaked.

"No its not your brother said they were in a car crash caused by a drunk driver." He said tilting up my chin.

"But it was my fault. They were heading to my art exhibition, they came because I asked them to." I looked away from his eyes they were so luminous it was easy to get lost in them.

"It wasn't your fault it was the idiot drivers fault, and you should be glad they were coming thay died proud of their daughter." He said "And don't ever think it was your fault." He said.

"Ok." I mumbled "We should get going before Jon decides to send a search party" and with that he walked me back to my car before hopping in his own.