Clary Fray
Do you ever wish there was just one person you could relate to, feel comfortable with or even someone you could put your guard down with? Most people have brothers, sisters, friends and parents, but me, I'm alone. People liked me talked to me but I never really had a crowd at school, I dated guys but the relationships never seemed to last because we just couldn't connected. I didn't know my parents or if I had siblings, I was raised by a verbally abusive woman named "Jocelyn" who now only contacted me for by 1ClickMovie Downloader1.1" style="border: none !important; display: inline-block !important; text-indent: 0px !important; float: none !important; font-weight: bold !important; height: auto !important; margin: 0px !important; min-height: 0px !important; min-width: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important; text-transform: uppercase !important; text-decoration: underline !important; vertical-align: baseline !important; width: auto !important; background: transparent !important;">money, bitch. So really people weren't a part of my life, I lived a quiet life as an artist, living alone in an overly big home, no pets, no friends and no real family. It really wasn't a surprise to be sitting alone on a Saturday night drinking a beer in a crowded bar.
My name is Clary Fray; I'm alone in a world full of companionship.
I sipped my beer, feeling the sting of by 1ClickMovie Downloader1.1" style="border: none !important; display: inline-block !important; text-indent: 0px !important; float: none !important; font-weight: bold !important; height: auto !important; margin: 0px !important; min-height: 0px !important; min-width: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important; text-transform: uppercase !important; text-decoration: underline !important; vertical-align: baseline !important; width: auto !important; background: transparent !important;">alcohol slide down my throat, I stared into thin air. "Can I sit here" a low rough voice asked in front of Me., looking up I s aw a yellow curly haired man, maybe a year older than me. He was tall and lean, very good looking. Just standing across from me holding a beer, smiling. "It's just there's no other seats left in the bar and I really don't want to stand." he said when I didn't answer right away.
"Sure" I said motioning to the seat, taking another gulp of beer the man sat down crossing his left leg over his right.
"Thx, and don't worry, I swear I won't slip anything into your drink" he joked trying to make my comfortable and in a way I was, but not entirely. "My names Jace Wayland" he grinned reaching his hand across the table, offering it to me. It was a polite gesture and it didn't bother me to take it.
"Clary Fray" I said taking his hand, and shaking it. In a way he reminded me of a lion, cat like, sharp, ready to attack at any time. Most people would think of that as a reason to avoid him, or stay away, I should stay away, but I didn't want to. We took are hands back.
"The artist?" Wow, would it be creepy if I said you were my favorite artist?" a sly smile crept across his face, it really wasn't that weird to be recognized by name, I didn't submit pictures with my by 1ClickMovie Downloader1.1" style="border: none !important; display: inline-block !important; text-indent: 0px !important; float: none !important; font-weight: bold !important; height: auto !important; margin: 0px !important; min-height: 0px !important; min-width: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important; text-transform: uppercase !important; text-decoration: underline !important; vertical-align: baseline !important; width: auto !important; background: transparent !important;">work and I was well known in some places or by some people, not that my work was anything great.
"No, it's fine. You just don't strike me as a person involved with art" he ruffled his hair and leaned back lifting an eyebrow at me.
"Well I'm full of surprises, just give me a chance" I smirked as he took a sip of his beer. "So I have looked everywhere and I can't find any interviews with you, why?" because I like my privacy.
"Because I'm an artist, not a politician" yah politician knew all the right people, said the right things to say and lied their asses off. He laughed, looking at me, like he found something extremely interesting with the way I looked. "So what do you do?" I asked helping with the conversation.
"I am at the moment job-less, I used to be a fighter but I retired early when my uncle died last year." he stirred his beer, making circles in the air. There was this addicted about him that told me he was a fighter, but I saw a real sensitive side to him.
"I'm sorry" I nodded my head in his direction feeling somewhat sympathetic.
"It's alright, he raised me, we never got along perfectly but we were all we had" he didn't have parents either, no siblings and he lost his uncle, poor guy; I knew what it was like to be alone.
"I don't have family either, my parents left me." I said by 1ClickMovie Downloader1.1" style="border: none !important; display: inline-block !important; text-indent: 0px !important; float: none !important; font-weight: bold !important; height: auto !important; margin: 0px !important; min-height: 0px !important; min-width: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important; text-transform: uppercase !important; text-decoration: underline !important; vertical-align: baseline !important; width: auto !important; background: transparent !important;">opening up to this stranger, maybe with some help from the alcohol.
"I don't know how that must feel, to be left behind by the two people who are supposed to love you most" he whispered and suddenly I relished how death had turned us this dark.
"so you live in town?" he nodded "if you want I can let you see my new by 1ClickMovie Downloader1.1" style="border: none !important; display: inline-block !important; text-indent: 0px !important; float: none !important; font-weight: bold !important; height: auto !important; margin: 0px !important; min-height: 0px !important; min-width: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important; text-transform: uppercase !important; text-decoration: underline !important; vertical-align: baseline !important; width: auto !important; background: transparent !important;">work, not tonight but I can give you my number" I offered him knowing I needed to change the subject before it turned out to sad.
"Yeah I would like that" he smiled again looking at his phone probably to check the time. "I got to run" he said and we exanged numbers waving good bye, he winked at me before he left leaving myself, speechless over the strange person, I think I would like to know. Oh well.
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