I wrote this in January when I felt inspired as shit. And I don’t know how to go about the menu thing so… Normal post? *Plays Party Rock Anthem and balloons float about* let’s do this.
Loved-Past Tense
Disclaimer: Cassandra Clare owns TMI and all it’s characters.
Songs
Sweater Weather by The Neighborhood
Belong by Cary Brothers
He stood there before their apartment door, lingering as he pulled up the collar of his jacket, hiding the purpling mark on his neck. He bowed his head, ashamed.
His hand hovered over the door knob and he paused. Clary would be mad. She would. But what else was she to assume when he came home late from work almost every day? He wanted to tell her. So, so badly. He had written her a letter too, but apparently she never found it, or she’d have left.
He felt like she knew it, like she was waiting for that one final shove to leave. He didn’t understand why she didn’t just pack up. If it were anyone else, they’d do it. What was Clary waiting for?
He sighed and leaned his forehead against the door, and then decided he didn’t want to deal with the guilt tonight. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, calling up Raphael as he turned around and left the apartment building. Then, once they decided to meet at Pandemonium, he called up Aline.
—–
Clary lay curled up in her blanket in the guest room, not wanting to be surrounded by Jace’s things and possessions in their room. She wouldn’t be able to bear it if another woman’s perfume wafted through the air in there again. Day after day after day, she said nothing as he made excuses and sometimes when he gave her no explanation at all of why he came home late.
Today, it would be a shame if it happened again because it was the fifth anniversary of their engagement. It was a long engagement, but Jace never seemed to have time to settle down and pick a date. Clary had tried to reason with him lots of times, but he always told her to understand. But now, Clary suspected it was because he wanted to have an option of wanting out.
Clary’s phone chimed, alerting her of a message. She had gotten used to this sound as she heard it most of the days lately. It would be Jace with an excuse. He never bothered calling. She sighed and flipped open her phone, hoping it wouldn’t be another one of his usual messages. The least he could do was remember the day they got engaged.
Apparently, he didn’t because when she clicked the message icon, she was greeted by a message which read, ‘Sorry, I’m going to be late. Got a meeting to attend.’
Sorry. Always sorry.
—–
Jace sat at the bar, his Scotch forgotten as the bartender flashed him a flirty smile and leaned over the counter, giving him a decent view of her cleavage. Her brown almond eyes raked his body and her straight black hair brushed his arm. According to her name tag, her name was Aline. But he knew that anyway.
Clary’s best friend, Aline Penhallow— who knew of Clary’s engagement to Jace—seductively pressed his lips to his ear and whispered, ‘You and me, the back room. In five.’ With that, she was gone, bustling over to others. Jace smirked.
He knew what he was doing was wrong. He did, but somehow, his love for Clary had subsided over the years. He was only thankful he hadn’t married her; it would only break her heart even more. But he couldn’t stay at home and struggle to not confess everything to her. Though he wanted to, he knew it would shatter her. And it wasn’t a recent thing. He’d been at it for two years now.
He felt his hand being tugged by Aline as she led him through the crowd on the dance floor, and towards the back room.
—–
‘Hello, this is Herondale Industries Limited, how may I help you?’ a female’s voice said on the other end of the line, seemingly bored. Clary walked around their apartment, through every room except theirs.
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