Runes + Magic - Malec Oneshots

Lonely Nights

Magnus POV –

I lay in bed, the ceiling being my only source of entertainment. My mind replays the argument over and over again. How could I treat him like that, I lost my Alexander, my Alec.

I don't even try to drown my sorrows in alcohol. I want to remember him, not turn him into a blurry memory. I want to remember his black hair, his beautifully toned body which was covered in runes; he was possibly the only shadowhunter I had encountered who looked sexy with their runes.

And most of all I want to remember those eyes, that beautiful pair of ocean blue eyes will haunt me, they will be embedded into my mind forever.

I lost my beautiful, blue eyed shadowhunter.

Chairman tried his best to coax me out of bed with his constant meowing, he must've been hungry. But I couldn't gather my courage to move, everything in this apartment reminded me of him.

I sit up, I cry no longer as my eyes were out of tears for now. I decide to take a shower and spend the rest of the day instead of moping about Alec; I will enjoy and reminisce the time we spent together.

As I stepped into the shower I let it engulf me and plead with the hot water to wash away my misery. Once I feel the water start to turn cold I turn it off and step out of the shower.

I wrap a towel around myself and dry my hair with another towel. I look at the bathroom counter which is covered in various products but decide that today I don't want to hide the true me, it's what Alec would've wanted and loved.

I put on some comfortable clothes, meaning one of Alec's sweaters and make my way to the kitchen. I make myself a cup of tea and the minute its ready I down it hoping the hot liquid with help my aching body. Once I make myself another cup I make my way to the couch.

Firstly decide to watch one of our favourite movies, Father of the Bride. We watched this movie religiously.

At the end of the movie, I let a few tears fall but I don't dwell on them. I quickly move on and put on the sequel. I get tired quickly and decide to turn the movie off and make my way to the bedroom.

As I enter the room I stand there for a second, I don't think I am yet used to the thought that I will be sleeping alone and not in the arms of my love. I imagine his beautiful lean body lying there smiling at me and begging me to get into bed.

I loved Alexander Gideon Lightwood more than anyone or anything in the world, I would give up my 800 years of existence for him, but I'm too late.

I lie in bed and prepare myself for what seems to be a very lonely night.