Clara's P.O.V

Everyone needs saving. It may be physical, it may be emotional, it may be spiritually. But everyone has that little piece in them that's broken. That's unfixable except for one person. Some people's broken parts are more defined than others, and some are barely noticable. Or maybe some people are just good at hiding it. Me? Oh, I'm made of broken parts. I used to think no one could fix me. Maybe no one can. But I do know one person who seems to be doing a pretty good job. Harry's saved me in more ways than I care to admit, but my broken parts are still there. No one will ever be able to fix me completely, but Harry's come pretty damn close. Closer than anyone will ever get.

I stare out at the ocean in the Palisades early in the morning, watching the sun rise slowly but surely into the sky. I left a note for Harry, telling him that I wanted to get out of the house and telling him where I was. The ghosts of my childhood are running across the sand and splashing in the ocean while I stay still, barely moving. I see my mom and my five-year-old self building sandcastles. I see Jen and I running away from the cold waves licking our ankles. Everthing is rushing back to me. I wipe away a tear at my happy memories. Harry sits next to me and I lean into him.

That's not Harry.

I open my mouth to scream, but Jace covers my mouth.

"It's okay, Clara. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm done, I promise," Jace tells me. What the fuck?

"Why should I trust you?" I spit, scrambling away from him.

"You probably shouldn't, I'm just saying. I never meant you any harm specifically. Just Harry. But I think I'm done with revenge," Jace tells me.

"Sure you are," I snort. But I don't move away. For some reason, I kind of believe him.

Jace's P.O.V

Looking at Clara, I realize that what I'm saying is actually true. I never wanted to specifically hurt her. I just wanted to get back at Harry for years of rejection. But I'm done now. I'm not looking for revenge anymore. Yeah, Clara and I are two completely different people, but that doesn't mean I nessicarily hate her, even if she really bothers me. I can be nice to people. Sometimes.

"Do you remember when we came here once?" I ask her. "When I thought we were dating?"

"Of course. We came with Tyler and your other druggie friends. To show off, I remember," Clara laughs.

"You knew that I wanted to show you off?" I mock-pout.

"Of course. You weren't very good at hiding it," she rolls her eyes, which glitter with humor.

"It's not like you can blame me," I say, subconciously leaning towards her. I can't deny that I still feel an attraction, that I feel drawn to her, in a way.

"Jace..." Clara pulls away slightly. I touch her cheek. "Jace, no. We can't. I can't. It's too much. I have a boyfriend, and you're..."

"And I'm a monster," I finish for her. She doesn't need to say it. I already know. She doesn't deny that that's what she was going to say. I sigh and nod. "I have to go. Juliet is probably waiting for me."

"You guys are still dating?" Clara asks, clearly disgusted, before looking down at her lap in shame. "Sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out like that."

"No, it's okay. I'll see you...around, I guess," I tell her before standing up and wiping the sand off my jeans. She opens her mouth as though about to say something, but then she closes it. I sigh and walk away from her.

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