He ran. The gesture was all he needed. He didn’t need to hear her voice as she talked about another man. He could guess. He didn’t need to watch the vamp as he bathed in all the glory of the prize which was the red headed angel.
No matter how hard he thought about the betrayal about the pain and the anguish he couldn’t seem to hate the fallen goddess, he only envied her. That she had made it out of this ship wreck in one piece. He doubted there was even a word for what he felt like right now. It was as if someone had taken all the good out of him and set it on fire. As if someone had torn his heart out with a spoon then burnt it and laughed at the ashes. It was a though a greater demon had swallowed him whole only to throw him back up and start stabbing him slowly and painfully with barbed wire.
No this was completely different he thought. He would take any of that any day over this pain. He had never felt such a pain in his life and he hoped never to again.
The one last thing that would forever be imprinted in his mind till the day he died was the look on her face as he ran and her voice saying one word. A word that portrayed so many emotions that he never wanted to figure out. One word sent his whole world crashing.
“Jace,” she had said. Just Jace.
This in an excerpt from my original Fanfiction about Jace Wayland. Please if you love Mortal Instruments please give it a look.