Quest For Love (And Maybe Even Saving the World in Process)

Chapter 2

I then understood. I looked back at Magnus, with his jogging pants, shirtless.

"I see how you are handling our breakup," I began, "and it seems pretty easy to you.

"Alexander, it's not really what you think," he answered.

"Not what I think? Oh so you're just helping her with her homework? Good to know," I responded.

As I was walking away, I heard Magnus shout my name a few times. I didn't turn back, mostly because of the tears rushing down my cheeks.

I stumbled down the stairs of his apartment block. I didn't really know where I was going. I turned on streets here and there, continued straight when I felt like it. I could still use one of the runes Clary created, the one that acted like that modern technology called "GPS".

Thinking of Clary was even more painful. She was the reason I could never have Jace, the reason he would always be my best friend and parabatai. But right now, the only person I wanted to talk about my heartbreak is Magnus, who broke it. I didn't really think straight and decided to use that rune to get me back to the Institute.

Rain was covering the last of the tears I had. I felt miserable, alone in the rain, freezing.

As I was taking out my stele, a hand seized my wrist. As a good trained Shadowhunter, I pulled the knife I was hiding in my belt and placed it on my assailant's throat. Magnus was standing behind that knife, eyes wide open. I stared into his yellow cat eyes and tried to read them. But nothing. I saw nothing.

I pressed a little harder on the knife, still pressed to his throat. A narrow, dark red line of blood appeared. I wiped my knife on the hem of his shirt and placed it back in my belt while staring directly into his eyes.

Magnus seemed shocked, but I didn't care. He hurt me so bad, I could at least try to give him a taste of his own medicine. Pink and green sparks rushed out of his fingers towards his wound, leaving a scar just above his collarbone.

My eyes ran down the rest of his body. Black jogging pants and a mundane band t-shirt. I almost laughed because he looked so much like Simon. Surprisingly, his black hair was damp, without any gel, falling down the sides of his face. A fine line of eyeliner decorated his eyelids. No glitter. He almost look like me, except for the eyes.

I stared at him. He chased me; he could at least talk first. I don't know if he read my mind or if he knew me too well but he spoke first.

"Alexander. Alec..." His voice drifted off, like he was trying to find the right words.

"For the past months, I've been nothing. Never in my long life have I ever felt something that powerful for someone. Never, do you understand that Alec? I've loved and let go for centuries. But with you... With you it's all different. I love you Alec and always will. I tried to let you go, thinking it would be like everyone else. But I can't forget you. I keep thinking about you. Alec, will you ever forgive me? I might be old, but I am still not wise."

Speechless. That's what I was. Was he actually begging for my forgiveness? I thought I was nothing compared to him, High Warlock of Brooklyn. I was an average Shadowhunter, not special or anything, ready to defend the world and Idris. But he actually fell for me as much as I fell for him.

But I didn't know what to think. He still broke my heart, leaving me miserable for months. Now, he was begging to have me back. At that very moment, I wished Izzy was standing next to me, whispering her honest advice in my ear. I imagined her, placing her bright red lips next to my ear, trying to help me.

"Leave him. Never see him again. He broke your heart once, don't give him the opportunity to do it again."

I wonder from who she got that coldness. I was weighing the pros and the cons. I knew I was thinking too much. It's love: you act before thinking.

"I missed you," I whispered, letting myself fall into his arms.

"Alec." The way he said my name froze me in place. "Did you hear a single word of what I've said?"

I was so confused. Didn't he beg to have me back?

"I though that you wanted me back," I began, "and you finished off with the fact that you are not wise..."

"Oh Alec..." He interrupted me with words I didn't think could hurt me that much. He cupped my face with both his hands and broke my heart. Again.

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