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It had been three years since Clary had died. Eighteen months since Jace had gone off and tried to get himself killed being reckless. Sixteen months since he had let Simon and Izzy drag him out into the world without protest. A year since Jace had stayed in his room all day refusing to speak to anyone but his siblings and the daylighter. It had been six months since Jace realized he was falling in love with Simon, three months since Alec had sat him down and made him admit it out loud, and, as of the morning, it had been two and a half weeks that Jace had been struggling with telling Simon how he felt. So he was in the training room, going almost nonstop in a workout as he tried to figure out a way to say it.

Jace had mostly shut down after Clary had gone missing. He blamed himself, hated how he'd been Wales enough to be controlled. And then in the wake of it all, came Simon. Who deapite thwir constant bickering, knew how important Jace had been to Clary. Who blamed himself just as much as Jace did. Somehow, a ceiendship grew on the weeka after, and when it finally became too long to ever hope they could find where Lilith, Clary and Jonathan had gone...Jace let himself break alone. No one needed to see him this beaten, not even his parabatai.

He was laying across the couch in his room, fingers brushing over a drawing Clary had made, when he heard the door open. "Go away," he said with little emotion, dual colored eyes staring up through the small skylight above him.