Don't Leave

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He feared that (Y/n), the person he loves, the person he adores, the person he would die for, is leaving here for somebody else.

(Y/n) has been going out to the pandemonium Raphael more often, and he all knew when it started.

It started when she first had a private talk the leader of the New York vampire clan.

No matter how much he wanted to throw a tantrum, to march to the hotel Dumont to stake the vampire in his heart, he just couldn't bring himself to do it .He wanted (Y/n) to be happy. He would do whatever it takes just to make her smile, even if it means killing him inside.

"Hey, Alec," (Y/n) said, entering Alec's room. The shadowhunter just got back from the pandemonium. Alec tried to fake a smile. "Hey," he said, looking up from the book he was reading.

(Y/n) frowned and sat next to the Lightwood, head leaning on his shoulder. "You forced that smile," she observed, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he lied.

"This can't be nothing," said (Y/n), whispering in his ears. As (Y/n) leaned closer to him, the unmistakable scent of blood became noticeable to Alec, and it sends a churning pain down his stomach. It sickens him.

Alec was sick of pretending. Instead of being mad and shouting at (Y/n) he stood up and looked down at her. "I'll back off," he said quietly.

"What?"

"If you want to see other people, I'll back off," he said, almost a whisper.

"What do you mean?"

"Raphael," said Alec, "I know you've been running off with him. It's okay."
(Y/n) gently clasped his hand in hers. "It's not Raphael."

"Then who is it?"

"I don't think you understand, Alec," she said, standing up to caress his cheek, "There was never really anyone else."

"But you go to the pandemonium every night."

"I have been going to the pandemonium so I can help Raphael train Simon into fitting in with downworlders," she explained, engulfing Alec with a warm, loving hug.

Alec had never been more relieved his entire life.

It was all just a misunderstanding.

After a while, Alec's grip tightened around her. "Don't leave."

"I'm not going anywhere."

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