Au Revoir


I couldn't wait for the class to end. Maybe it was because I was thrilled for my second wish to happen. I always wanted a guy to do it for me and now that I had Jace to do it, I was ecstatic. But would he do it? If he hadn't done it for a girl before, then what made me different? If he really didn't want to, then I wouldn't make him, but I really wished he would.

While I was in my second to the last class, I received a text from Magnus. He wanted to meet me today, right now because he had something urgent to say. He didn't elaborate it, but I knew it had something to do with me and the curse. He said that he didn't mention it to me before because he wasn't sure and that he needed proof.

I excused myself from my Algebra professor, saying that I was feeling woozy and that I was about to throw up and I didn't want to do it in the room. She agreed immediately with a look of disgust on her face. I got into the parking lot in no time. That was when I realized that I got to school through Jonathan's bike. He insisted again and I wasn't in the mood to argue.

My phone vibrated from my pocket. Someone was calling, but the number wasn't in my contact. Only one person would call me now so it must be Magnus.

I answered my phone. "Magnus?"

"Is he another ex of yours?" a familiar mocking voice asked.

"Jonathan, what are you talking about and how did you get my number?"

"I have my ways. You look like you need a ride." Whoa, it was him stalking me this time. "Look up." He was at the rooftop, one hand on his phone, the other waving at me. From my experience I knew that he was way faster than a cab.

"I need you to bring me somewhere as fast and soon as possible."

"What? Is this your second wish? I thought it was something more challenging."

"It isn't. This is a favor."

"Fine, I'm in the elevator. Where are we going anyway?"

"To a friend's house."

It took Jonathan less than four minutes to meet me in the parking lot. My grip on his waist was tighter than ever. I feel like we were flying. We were past the speed limit and I hope no cops would call our attention because I had no time to negotiate with them. I closed my eyes as he sped through the road.

Twenty minutes later, we were in front of the building where Magnus lived. If I took a cab, it would have taken me half an hour to forty-five minutes. It was the kind of place that only rich people could afford. Magnus was involved into all sorts of businesses, making him rich and powerful.

Jonathan was following me as I entered the building. I couldn't bring him upstairs or Magnus would flip. He would scold me like a little kid and tell me that what I was doing was wrong. He was the only person I could trust and he knew me and cared for me like an older brother. He was protective of me and he didn't like it when I got hurt. He was the one who held me as I cried every time Jace got married or died.

Many times he told me to just leave Jace alone and find someone else. That Jace wasn't the only fish in the sea. He'd even set me up to a couple of blind dates. The guys weren't my problem, it was me. No matter how hard I tried to forget him, I couldn't do anything. I was in a hopeless situation and loving him from afar was all I could do.

"Jonathan thanks for the ride. I'll see you later," I told him when we got inside.

His brows furrowed. "I'm going to wait for you," he said flatly.

"It may take me time. Just go back to the apartment." Why did he have to be so stubborn?

"I'll buy food or something while waiting, I don't feel like going back yet. I don't want to deal with Isabelle or your nosey friend, Maia."

"Just don't blame me when you get bored. My friend and I haven't talked for years, so we need to catch up." Five years to be exact, but we talked through emails, phone calls and video chat.

Magnus was wearing a shiny green robe when he answered his door. He was shocked when he saw me.

"I didn't expect you to come this fast," he said, he gestured me to come in.

His place was very luxurious. It was shiny as expected. He had golden ornaments around his condominium and there were crystal chandeliers. We went to his living room and he asked me to sit on his plush silver couch.

"I got a ride from a friend," I told him.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "You don't tell me everything anymore, Clarissa." He sounded disappointed at me and I could feel the rising heat on my face.

"I'm sorry," I said sincerely.

"A friend? You think I won't discover that you are living with Jace? His brother is my boyfriend, for goodness sake!" I rarely see him mad at me and it made me flinch.

"I don't want you to get mad at me. I know you think I'm so stupid to do that. My plans failed and things fell apart. I couldn't control the situation anymore, but I have a backup plan. Please trust me."

"What if the guy falls in love with you and he gets too attached? What do you tell him when you need to leave? Can you even leave him again? You two are always together these past few days!"

It was my turn to get mad. "Hey! Have you been watching me? You know I don't like that."

"If I didn't do that, I wouldn't know what you're doing. Stop this, Clarissa, while you still can. Leave this place."

"But I haven't found a girl yet."

"He can do that himself. The situation you put yourself in is too risky."

And then I realized something. He was the one who was sending those notes to me. I didn't expect him to go that far. He could have just told me to stay away from Jace than scaring me like that.

I let out an exasperated sigh. "Why were you sending me those creepy notes about the curse? You almost made me think that Aline is alive," I said angrily.

"It's not me, okay?"


"It's the reason I asked you to come here. I know who's sending you the notes. There is a witch living very near you, I felt her presence when I came to your apartment."

My mouth fell open. There was a witch in our area and she was watching me.

"Is it Aline?" I asked hesitantly.

"No, it's not her. She isn't as powerful as Aline, but you and Jace are her target." I thought I was done with psycho witches.

"But what does she want from us?"

"That, I'll discover. I'll visit you tomorrow to observe your apartment and the nearby places. And oh, that ring of yours that I removed from your finger, it's charmed by a powerful white witch. It held an old protective spell, even older than me. It was something like a shield."

So Jace gave me the ring to protect me from Aline, but it was too late and the spell had been done.

Jonathan and I were in danger. Magnus gave me charms that would protect me from the witch. I asked him if he had something for Jonathan, but he said the ring was powerful enough to protect him.

Magnus and I spoke for about an hour, after he reprimanded me, he told me things about Alec and the places they'd been in the past few months. He even showed me photos of them. From the way he spoke about Alec, he seemed like a good person. I just couldn't understand why he was rude to me. Anyway, I'm just happy for my friend because he found someone who was serious with him and loved him.

I asked a small favor from Magnus before leaving his place. Jonathan who was still in the lobby when I got down, looked really bored. He was chewing a gum while using his cell phone.

I saw relief in his eyes when he saw me approaching him. He seemed oblivious to the group of girls who were giggling as they talked and stared at him. Actually, I half expected him to be flirting with them, just like what he did in school. He was an expert in handling attention from other people. If it were me, I would've freaked out already. Not that my physical appearance was something to gush about.

"Finally, I thought you forgot that there's someone waiting for you here," he said sarcastically. Like I could forget you, if I could I would've done it a long time ago.

"Come on, we're going somewhere," I told him.

"Are you going to leave me alone to myself again while you talk to another friend?"

"No, it doesn't involve another friend of mine. It's about my second wish."

Jonathan drove us to a big music store that Magnus owned. It was the favor I asked from Magnus. I borrowed the store for tonight.

"What are we doing here?" Jonathan asked.

"Follow me inside and you'll know," I answered.

I took out the key of the store from my pocket and unlocked the door. Rows of different musical instruments greeted us. Different colors, sizes and kinds of guitars, drums and keyboards filled the place.

"Why do you have a key to this place? I didn't think of you as the girl who liked illegal stuff," he joked.

"My friend owns this place."

Jonathan was in awe as he entered. He was like a child in a toy store. His eyes were sparkling as he ran his fingers on the guitars. I went to the crystal grand piano in the middle of the store. It wasn't for sale and it was here for decoration purposes only. I was the one who bought it years ago, but I had nowhere to place it because I moved from place to place so I let Magnus borrow it. It'd been a few months since I last came here to play.

I sat on the white wooden bench and lifted up the lid. I learned how to play the piano ages ago because of my love for music and boredom. Having all the time in the world allowed me to learn new things and travel around the world. They were the only perks of living forever. Sometimes, I still felt out-of-place living in this generation because I was a piece of the past and I should've vanished a long time ago. People think that being young forever was good; they didn't know how lonely it could be. It wasn't only Jace that I had to watch disappear, but also the friends that I made and my memories with them. It would always just be me.

I started playing an old song that I knew the notes by heart, 'My Only Sunshine'. The last Jace before Jonathan loved this song, I saw him listening and singing to it many times before.

Jonathan stood beside me as I played, just watching me.

"I want you to play this song with me, it's my second wish," I said gently.

"I...I ca..can't," he stuttered. Jonathan Lightwood never stuttered. His confidence was slowly crumbling. I touched a vulnerable part of him.

My fingers stopped abruptly from moving and I looked at him. There was pain in his eyes, but he had a blank expression on his face. What could be the reason for this? Isabelle said he loved the piano before.

"Just sit with me, then," I said and scooted a little to give him space to sit.

Our shoulders slightly touched when he sat beside me. I had a strong urge to rest my head on his shoulder, but I fought it. I brought my fingers back on the keys and slowly played the song again.

"This piano is beautiful," he mumbled.

"It's mine," I said accidentally. I thought of a quick cover up story. "My parents bought it for me as a birthday present before they passed away."

"They? Both of them died?"

I nodded. It wasn't a lie. I'd been an orphan hundreds of years ago. My father died of old age and Mother died of sickness. Sebastian, my brother kept me updated about the happenings in our house until he, himself died, too. He caught my mother's disease. I always wished I was with them in their last moments. I missed them so much as much as I missed my old life.

"I miss them," I said longingly.

"We're just the same, I'm an orphan, too. Everyone knows it," he said lowly.

"You have a family, Isabelle, Alec, and your parents," I reasoned.

He shook his head. "I never feel like I belonged. I don't know, maybe I'm just too messed up."

He was wrong. I saw him with Maryse a couple of times and she adored him like her own son. She was proud of him, I saw it in her eyes.

"They love you. Isabelle cares a lot for you, I can see it."

He didn't say anything after that. I continued to play the same song over and over. I didn't see him protesting, instead, his eyes watched my fingers as they moved.

I was surprised when I felt a weight on my shoulder. Jonathan's head was on my shoulder. He looked so comfortable though he was taller than me.

"What are doing to me, Clary Fray?" he whispered on my ear, making me stop from playing.

I watched as he lifted his right hand to touch the keys of the piano. His long fingers were hesitant, but they still moved flawlessly. He played the same song I played many times earlier. A few moments later, I joined him, matching his fingers' movement.

"You know how to play it?" I asked.

"My mother sings it to me when I was little," he admitted.

"You love that song," I told myself mentally.

I made Jonathan play the piano after almost five years. I couldn't help but smile.

I was more surprised when I heard him sing.

"In all my dreams, dear, you seem to leave me. When I awake my poor heart pains. So when you come back and make me happy. I'll forgive you dear, I'll take all the blame..."

His voice was deep and beautiful. I only wanted him to play the piano, but he gave me more. His graceful fingers and soothing voice made my heart beat faster in a good way, he was so good.

His gold eyes landed on mine as he sang the last part of the song. That was it, all my memories, all the emotions that I was trying to keep, all the pain came crashing back.

I could still remember watching him sing the song from his window. I never thought I'd hear him sing it to me, that I'd even be this close to him. I thought it was impossible to feel this way again.

We were just staring at each other when the song ended. His face was so close to mine, it wouldn't take much movement to let our lips meet.

"You make me feel like I belong, like I have a place in this world. I waited for you to avoid me, to tell me to stay sway from you, but you never did," he said softly. "After I messed up, you still stayed. Why?"

"I don't know," I whispered.

He moved leaned in to me until our lips were just centimeters apart. I could feel his hot breath on my lips as he moved closer. His hooded eyes met mine, asking for permission.

Should I let him?

I wanted to tell him why I didn't leave him, why I stayed though he did incredulous things to me.

I love you so much it pains me to see you waste your life. I hate seeing you with all those trashy girls. There's nothing more that I want than to be with you, to become yours. I wish things are easier. I just to be happy with you. I want to go back to the past and continue living with you.

But I can't. I don't want to hurt you. Forgive me. I never really left you. I'll always be watching and loving you from afar.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this," I said and moved away from him.

I stood up and told him that we should leave. He followed without a word. I locked the store again and met him outside.

I couldn't explain the expression on his face. Was he angry? Disappointed?

"Let's go?" I asked.

"Why are you holding yourself back?"


His lips were on mine before I could finish my sentence. My eyes were wide open in shock, but it slowly fluttered close. I thought I could stop this from happening.

The longing in the kiss made my chest hurt. I could feel tears streaming down my cheeks. My hands were on his blonde hair, making it messier than ever.

My mind was conflicted on whether I should push him away or let myself feel this thing that I'd been craving for so long.


Two wishes are granted, what do you think is the last one?

Who do you think is the witch?

Until next time.


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