It was pretty dark, considering it was morning. I slammed the bowl on the table and locked myself in the nearest room I could find.
I stupidly flicked the lights, but of course nothing went on. With the flashes of lightening, I could see a king size bed and pictures on the dresser. I walked over to the photos and saw an older looking man in a tux holding a pretty woman in a wedding dress. The next photo was the lovely couple sitting on a park bench, deeply gazing at one another. This must be his parent's room, but where are his-"
The door busted open, "No one is allowed in here." I whirled around and saw Jace standing outside the door. "Not even me," he said.
"Sorry," I gulped. I went to go leave, but Jace took a step forward, crossing the threshold into the room.
"I haven't been in here in years." He wrapped his arms around himself as if he was cold.
"Is this your parent's room?"
"Yeah," he said.
"Where are your parents?" I asked.
"Oh, God, sorry, Jace. I didn't know," I babbled while pulling my hair obsessively.
"Don't be sorry." He said. "I hate when people say they're sorry."
"If you don't mind me asking, how did they die?"
"My mother died after giving birth to me," he said.
"And your father…?" I said.
"He was murdered," he said.
I bit my lip. I had no idea how to respond.
Jace continued, "I was right there when it happened. I watched the bastard butcher my father." I still didn't say anything. I realized that this is the Jace that no one ever gets to see. "I've been in therapy for years because of it."
"Who do you live with?" I quietly asked.
"My grandmother, Imogen." He looked away. "But she isn't doing so well. She has dementia. And she's staying out of town with an old friend of hers."
"So you've been living all by yourself?" I frowned.
"It's not so bad." He said. "I enjoy alone time."
"But no one should have to live alone, Jace."
"Yeah well, it's not like I have a choice."
"Look, I don't want your stupid condolences. It may seem like I have everything, but the truth is I have nothing and you have everything. You don't know what it's like to lose someone. Can we just get out of here," he snapped. I ran out before him.
His words hit me hard. My cheeks felt hot as my vision was becoming blurry. Of course I know how it feels to lose someone. I lost everything at one point in my life. How could he be so dense?
I sat on his living room catch and wrapped my arms around myself. I willed myself not to cry as Jace sat next to me. "I'm sorry." He finally said. "I didn't mean to snap at you. I was just feeling uneasy." I didn't say anything because if I did, I wouldn't be able to stop the tears. "Clary?" He said. "Clary, will you say something?"
He stood up and walked in front of me. Crouching down he asked, "Are you crying?"
A tear escaped. He rubbed his hand through his hair and sat right next me and he cautiously rubbed my back as if I were some crazed animal. "I'm so sorry. Please don't cry."
I pulled away from him. "I lost people too, Jace," I snapped. "I lived my whole life believing my father was dead! But then last year I overheard my mom talking to her boyfriend about how he left us!" Jace stayed silent. "At least you know where your father is! At least you know he loved you! My father hates me!"
"Clary, I had no idea," he said.
"Of course you didn't. I haven't told anyone!"
I let out a sob and Jace pulled me into his chest, this time he wasn't cautious at all.
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