Another reminder that this is the continuation of the last chapter!~
Magnus' POV:
I blinked once more, pushing the memory to the back of my mind. I realized I had left my mother hanging, my mouth still hanging open.
"Magnus?" She said, eyes flicking nervously across my face to decipher what I was feeling.
"Uhm..yeah..o-okay...when-when do we have to leave?"
"Two weeks. We have to start packing, love."
I gulped, trying to fully sink in the news.
I can get out of here, start over. No more Camille, no more bullying, no more crying myself to sleep at night.
But I'm still in love with her.
I nodded, and gave my mother a small smile as I stood up, heading back to my room. She smiled back, though her expression was one of worry.
I closed the door behind me, sighing deeply as I rubbed my eyes.
I've moved houses only once while growing up. I actually used to live in New York, up until the end of 7th grade. I didn't have many friends there. However, in New York I wasn't bullied as often as I am now. I was a "player," as they say, in middle school. Dated many girls, but it wasn't until I came out as bisexual in 7th grade that I dated a boy or two.
I was so naive, not a care in the world at the time. I chuckle at the memory, however another one resurfaces.
Bright blue eyes.
What was the boy's name? Ah yes, Alec Lightwood. The beautiful boy who I tried to make jealous after I had come out; I dated two boys just to get his attention, but it appeared he never got the hint.
I hope to run into him again, to find some sort of constant since I left.
He must be so hot now, God.
No, Magnus, stop, calm down. It's been 4 years, he probably barely remembers your face.
I had sworn to myself that I wouldn't love again after Camille. I couldn't risk it, that much pain was simply inhumane. What was the point of loving someone if in the end you realize that they think that you're one big joke?
I visibly sighed, picking up the book I was reading to continue where I had left off. But as I did, a thought crossed my mind.
I should visit her...tell her I'm leaving. One goodbye wouldn't hurt.
I only wanted to see her again. Her beautiful eyes, her smile.
But when I ran to her house the next morning, I was reminded by how much I actually never wanted to see her again.
Only this time, it was much worse.
A/N: Hey guys! I'm so sorry for the short chapter, you guys are gonna find out soon how much I love writing long ones. It's been a hectic couple of weeks, but I'll manage.
On a side note, wow 100 reads! It's not a big number to most people but regardless it's a milestone for me and I'm very happy about it. Thank you, to every single one of you.
