Okay, so I know I haven't updated anything in weeks, and I know that instead of updating, I'm posting a new story...but hear me out. I've got nine days off from school, and I'm going to be trying my hardest. Believe me on that. :) So, without all ado (or whatever people say, I forget the term), here's my new story. Enjoy! :)

At Last, The Wheel Comes Full Circle

As If In A Dream

London, England, January 15, 2090

The cold air whistled through the leaves of the trees on the side of the street, and Tessa wrapped her arms tightly around herself, trying to keep warm in the brisk wind. Although she was thoroughly bundled in winter clothing, she could still feel the chill nipping at her skin, a side effect of living in America for so long. The sky was dark, though street lamps lit up the sidewalk, and she hurried down the street, wanting to get inside someplace warm as quickly as possible.

Entering a small coffee shop, one on the corner of a quiet row of stores, she sat down at a table, and ordered a strawberry latte and a danish, then removed her laptop from her messenger bag, placing it on the table and turning the power on. It took a bit longer than usual, but she attributed it to the cold weather outside. London weather could be nice sometimes, but in others, it was like living in a freezer.

But then again, with the bad, there was also some good. The city was beautiful, and held so many perfect memories for her. Memories coming here, more than two hundred years ago, in 1878, in hopes to find her brother, and she ended up finding love. Those things she would never forget.

The bittersweet truths of immortality.

Now, in 2090, she almost didn't know if she wanted to remember. Jem had passed eighteen years ago, and his death was still hitting her hard everyday. It might, to an extent, been even harder than Will's, because now she truly had no one. Sure, she had her friends and family, but she missed waking up beside someone.

Missed the gentle kisses on the forehead.

The reassuring hand around her waist.

Everything.

Not that she would ever have wished it differently, though. She considered herself extremely lucky, if not perhaps the luckiest person she had ever known, to not only find the love of her life, but to find two.

No, she wouldn't have changed anything. But if only...she could hold them one last time.

See them one last time.

She was immediately roused from her thoughts when a server brought the food, and placed it down in front of her on a small, metal tray. She was surprised at honestly how little things had changed over the past years, and except for big developments in the medical, engineering, and technical fields, things were still similar to possibly fifty of more years ago.

"Thank you. " She smiled, as the server nodded curtly in return, and disappeared back into the kitchen, his shoes scuffing the floor as he walked away. Her computer finally loaded, and she logged in, opening the web browser, which was now thankfully faster than it used to be than when she had first been introduced to the world of 'technology.' and clicked on her email, seeing various unread ones from friends and family. It was still painful to talk to them, see them grow older than her, but she told herself, that this time, she would not run away. Her family was here, and though they were her distant descendants, they were still family, and sometimes, she could see some of the traits she knew so well, from other people who she had been close to.

The Herondale stubbornness still ran through the veins of some of the young Herondales, whose family tree had grown extensively since the time of Clary and Jace.

Typing out a quick email to Magnus, she sighed, and closed her laptop, pulling her tray to her. She and Magnus had become close friends over the years, both being a shoulder to cry on when a loved one passed away, but also, to an extent, they also worked together. He was still the High Warlock of Brooklyn, but she helped him out with various projects, when he needed her ability for things.

While eating, she glanced out the window, wincing at the sight that lay before her. It wasn't that anything was wrong, and even though she had so many good memories, she couldn't help but feel sad when she came to visit. It wasn't any joke being immortal. She was two hundred and thirty three, and though she still looked young, twenty one maybe, and always would, she couldn't help but feel old and bent under the force of years that had kept her youthful.

Magnus had told her it was normal a long time ago, but she hadn't believed it at the time, for Jem had still been alive and healthy, but when he passed, everything spiraled downhill. She became depressed, and Magnus had to help her get back up and functioning.

You endure what is unbearable and you bear it. That is all.

But now...what was she? More mentally stable, sure, but she wasn't happy, was she? She had no idea, but she didn't really care to spend much time thinking about it, for she hadn't quite come to terms with what had happened.

Standing up, she replaced her laptop in her bag, throwing her trash away, and started back outside, into the cold dampness. She would be staying at the London Institute for the night, and she made her way though the street once more, dodging people, eager, like her, to get out of the miserable weather.

On the way, she passed by Blackfriars, reminiscing all the times she had spent there with Jem, both as a Shadowhunter and a Silent Brother. The smell of the sea water filled her nose, and for a moment, she went back in time, and she saw herself standing at the edge, Jem's arms around her waist, and his lips to her ear. A moment went by, and the image was gone. She was alone on the bridge again.

Like photographs, memories faded and they became just that. Memories. Lost moments.

She blinked a couple times, then continued to walk, the past nothing but an image in her mind. She was happy to reclaim her old room at the Institute, the one she had when she first came there, and they welcomed her nicely, as usual. They were used to having here there, as she would pop in every couple years for a visit.

As everything about London did, it brought back feelings of joy, feelings of sorrow, and feelings of all around heartbreak, that she tried to push out of her mind. She knew that she would be around for awhile, and must learn to deal with these things, as Magnus had learned, and tried to teach her.

The night passed quick, and luckily, there were few nightmares that haunted her sleep, making her toss and turn, tangling her limbs in the sheets and blankets, and she woke up, more refreshed than she had in awhile, in New York.

After getting ready leave, she decided that she would probably roam the streets a bit more, which had changed so much since she was there last, the city filled with business people in suits and ties, making their way to work. Saying goodbye to her overnight hosts, she made her way out the door, and after an hour of aimless wandering, she found herself in a small, though modern diner.

"Just the breakfast special, please," she ordered, and the waitress wrote her order down, brought her a glass of ice water, and told her that she would be back soon with the food.

Looking around, Tessa saw many families, out for an early breakfast together, all happy and smiling, and she couldn't help but wish that was still her, with either Will or Jem. Her family. Anyone.

It wasn't that she hated to be alone. She still loved to read, but almost every feeling she used to have while she did was slightly muted, as if they were distant things she was trying to feel, but couldn't quite reach.

The restaurant had cleared out a lot before her food was brought to the table, and picking at the bacon and eggs in front of her, she watched as two families, obviously close friends, walked in, sitting down at a nearby table.

One family seemed to have an Asian background, and the other was...Welsh, she guessed, though she was sure that she was biased from past memories. The mother of the Welsh family had a small bundle in her arms, and Tessa saw that it was a baby girl, with curling black hair, and closed eyes.

Tessa didn't really think anything of it, until two young boys ran up to the table, maybe five years old each, and sat down next to their parents, clamoring over the menu. Only when they turned to look around the diner, did Tessa see that the child of the Asian family had silver hair, hidden under the hood of his jacket, and the child of the Welsh family had striking blue eyes.

Did you l like it? I felt like this chapter is a little depressing, but...it will get better, hopefully. If you liked it, please follow, favorite, and leave a review! :) They are much appreciated, loves.

And a big, gigantic, thank you to MortalShadowhunter. Like seriously. She is amazing, and if you haven't checks out any of her stories before...you're crazy.

Thank you for reading, and I will be back soon! :)

~Jillessa Heronstairs~