The thorn of the rose

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♧Adam's POV♣

"Babe, I'm home!" I shouted, shrugging my bag and shoes off in the hall, before padding through to the kitchen, in search of my partner. I found him, headphones in, dancing whilst making a couple cups of coffee.

Smiling fondly, I tiptoed up to him, wrapping my arms around his waist, and balancing my chin on his shoulder. He stilled, turning his head to see me, before his face broke out into a slightly too-bright smile. "Hey babe!" He cooked, pulling away. Grabbing a parcel from the side, he passed it over to me, the smile never leaving his face. With a suspicious look over at him, I thread one finger through the shoddily placed tape, and ripped the paper open, ignoring as the thin material slipped through the soft skin of the finger, impatiently wiping a single, crystalline drop of blood as I pulled the paper to the side, revealing bunched crimson material and a strip of green trailing off.

Letting the last remains of the paper fall to the lino floor, I pulled out a plushy rose, and looked to Nate, flattered. "For my flower." He muttered, turning away, back to the cups of coffee sat, cooling, on the side. Tears pricking at my eyes, I bit my lip before lunging at him, wrapping my arms around him in a tearful thanks. He exhaled, like he was chuckling a little, before picking up a cup of coffee and heading towards the doorway. "I have to go make a few phone calls, but I'll be back soon." He informed, a tight smile sent my way before he vacated the room, leaving me clutching the Rose, and looking after him, a little bewildered.

"I never wanted you anyway! I can't believe that I ever loved you!" He shouted across the room at me. As I was struggling in Jace's arms trying to get to Nate, I remembered something that shattered me.
"Who's Magnus?" I enquired quietly.

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