Clary's P.O.V:

My hands delicately dropped down from jaces hair, and we both pulled away from each other. I held my breath, thanking the angel for the grape that saved Jaces life.
"So, Alec saved my life using a....grape?" Jace gave me a hesitant look.
I couldn't help but laugh, and roll over on my side.
"Yes." I brought myself to talk without laughing which only lasted a few seconds.
Soon, Jace joined me on the floor, and we were both cackling up, the angel only knows what made us laugh so hard.
I enjoyed those few minutes, knowing that this was probably the last time I could actually laugh with Jace.

Later that evening, I decided to go back to my old days by drawing. I never drew much now-a-days, so it was nice to bring old memories back.

Carefully, I dunked my delicate golden paintbrush in the container of green paint. I flew my paintrush over the canvas, just layering the stems of flowers, and a little grass. The stems and grass were all different shades of green, it ranged from a light green all the way to a pine tree dark green. I splashed the paintbrush back in the water, and some droplets splattered in my eyes, making it looked like I just cried.
I hastily blinked the droplets out, and soon I could see as clearly as a glass of water. The door creaked open, making me jump a little, and Jace poked his head in the room.
"Hi, Clary. What are you painting?" As Jace neared me, I saw his eyes light up when he saw the painting.
"Are you painting our first kiss?" I smiled, and peppered a kiss on his cheek.
"Maybe. You'll see when I'm all done. It's a surprise." Jace showed his beautiful smile again, and whispered in my ear.
"You'll be even more surprised tonight after I show you what I've done." And with that, he left me in mysterious mood, Jace exited the room in an eerie silence.

My paintbrush glided along the canvas, letting an assortment of colors fly out of the brush. The tip of my paint brush was currently purple- I was painting a shirt on me, which actually turned out good.
Then, after finishing my shirt, I dabbed my paintbrush in a pinkish color, painting flowers all around the picture.
I stepped back from my painting, examining it carefully.
My colors were just right, and the illustrations were perfect. All I needed to do was add one more final touch.
I took a step back to reach my painting, and added the perfect touch to my painting.
Yay! I'm done! And it's perfect!
I squealed inside my head. Now all I needed to do was show it jace-except there was one problem.

I hurried across the hall, entering an amber room, the room Jace was in. As I curved around the little gap where the door was open, I was not pleasantly surprised.
There was no Jace, but blood and a note. My heart thumped loudly and I couldn't even let myself think. I was falling apart, my hand was shaking like crazy as I scooped the note up.

I bet you know who this is, little sister. So before you decide to hunt for your little angel boy, just remember to always be watching. Because when you take the wrong step, you'll be mine.

My throat had a giant clump in it, making it impossible to breath. I started to take deep breaths, but nothing would calm me down.

I lost Jace. Again. Everytime I get him back, I loose him again. But I didn't care if Jonathon stalked me everyday single second.

I was going to get me angel boy back.

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What did you think?

Oh and this is Clary's drawing: