Malec - One Shots.

Nothing left to feel.

Another salty tear slipped down my rosy cheeks. My hands clasped together to try and steady them but it was useless. I would miss him, my warlock. Except he wasn’t mine anymore. He had made sure that was pretty clear.

A desperate sigh escaped my lips and no matter how hard I tried the tears kept falling uncontrollably. The scene of our last conversation played in my mind, over and over until it hurt.

“I’m sorry. I can’t go back to things after this…it’s too much.” Magnus’ said. His every word shattering me from the inside. The pain in my chest hurt too much to really listen to why he was leaving me but I caught onto his last words.
“I’m not coming back, ever in your life time.”
“I cared for you Magnus, I still care. I would die for you, I would run to the edges of the universe if you so desired me too. You know that so please don’t do this. I love you and-“ I lost it. I choked on my words and let out a hard sob in their place.
“Well. Alexander. I, I don’t care. And I don’t want you here or anywhere so just please leave.”

A loud knocking on the door brought me out of the memory and back into the cold, harsh world. Jace burst through the door and saw me rosy cheeked and sore eyes.

“We’re going out. You’re coming.” He insisted and tried to grab my arm. To my disadvantage, he was stronger than me so resisting was a challenge.

“No Jace. Just leave me okay?” My hands were shaking again.

“You’ve been cooped up in here for 3 days! You look like you haven’t eaten in a year and your losing muscle. We’re going out.”

After a small debate that I lost we all ended up going to Taki’s. Isabelle, Simon and me sat on one side of the booth and Clary and Jace sat at the other. I attempted to keep up with their conversation but it was difficult considering I had missed so much in the few days I hadn’t seen them.

My fingers fiddled with the menu to keep myself busy and occupied but then I saw a small ‘m’ in a circle on the edge of the page. The air fell down like a curtain of fog that only seemed to suffocate me.

The idea of re-living the old memories of me and him, Magnus, in here made my stomach churn. I remember when he drew that to prove how anyone could copy a simple mark, that’s why signatures needed to be unique and special.

My lips ached to feel his, my stomach sent butterflies flying around at the thought of his voice and my hand felt bare, empty without him holding it. I was emotionally bankrupt now.

There was nothing left to feel, nothing to say, nothing left but the void that enveloped my mind in a swirling blackness from which there was no escape. Everything we was, destroyed in a hurricane. I was in ruins, struggling to beat this storm but I had too. One day at least.

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