The Mortal Instruments- ONESHOTS

Break Up

PT. 1

Alec stared blankly at the light blue wall of his room. Somewhere around an hour ago, the tears stoped flowing. How he didn't know. He felt worse than he ever had. He now knew what people ment when they said their heart was broken. He felt Magnus had reached into his chest, grasped his still beating heart and threw it into a pile of glass. Leaving it to shatter all around him.

The lingering kiss he'd left him before the finale good bye still fresh in his mind. He hadn't even got his stuff out of Magnus' apartment. How could he? Stand to see the place where he spent so much time with Magnus? Without completely falling apart?

The only good thing that had happened was Jace returning, even that couldn't cheer him. Sure it was great that he wasn't going to help Sebastian bring up an army of demonic ShadowHunters any more. Nut what did it matter? Who cared if the world burned down and every last soul gone? That was the best bet right now. To be gone. Slip away, unnoticed. Let Magnus live his happy immortal life without him. Let Isabelle and Jace fight their own battles. Let Clary and Simon fill the gap he would leave.

He held the sereph blade in his hand and quietly named it. A single tear falling onto his wrist where the blade was pressed against his pale skin. He looked at the torn photo of him and his once beloved warlock. He began to draw the knife back.

Then there was a knock on the door. Alec dropped the knife and stared startled at his uncut skin. "Alec?" a soft voice sounded.

He knew that voice. Clary. Why in the name of the Angel was she here?

A knock again. Alec shook his head and picked up his sereph blade again. He'd just ignore her. One more knock and she was barging in.

"Hey, Alec, do you h-" She stopped dead in her tracks, the door slamming behind her. "Oh, Alec." She breathed. Rushing over to him and holding him in her arms.

Alec let the knife drop and burried his face her arms and cried. Clutching on to her for his dear life. As she, rubbed his back soothingly and whispered soft comforting things to him.

For once he was glad to see the little red head. She didn't ask what happened just held him as he sobbed desperately. Later he regained his composure and broke away from her. She grabbed the knife from the floor and stuck it in her pocket. "Alec Lightwood." She said, bitting her lip. "Why?"

He said nothing, just gestured towards the floor at the torn picture. She gasped and picked that up too, placing it in her pocket. She said nothing her mouth was set in a hard line. She grabbed his hand and hoisted him of the bed stomping outside. "Clary, what are you doing?!" He hissed, drawing her back in.

"We're going see Magnus"

A/N: So this is me dealing with my feels from the break up in COLS.