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It has been 10 years. Ten years since Magnus left his hometown, Maysville. Population 8,920.

He hadn't been there since he left everything behind in the small town. He'd gone to New York. He'd been twenty-one then. He left his everything behind. His adoptive parents Jocelyn and Luke, his adoptive sister Clary, and his love, he'd left them in the small town. He hadn't stepped in Maysville since then.

Now, he was sitting at the airport in New York with his suitcase, waiting to board his flight to Cincinnati. Clary was getting married. He'd had a bitter pain in his gut since he'd gotten the invitation to the wedding. It'd been a year since he'd seen his family the last time they visited him in New York. He'd been busy, so his family spent the holidays and stayed at his place. He would have been lying if he said he didn't miss them. Which he did. All the time.

Luckily, he had his own 'family' in the city: Ragnor, Catarina, and Raphael; his closest friends. They had been there for him through happy and bad times. He wasn't alone in New York. Lonely? That was another thing. Although he barely saw his adoptive family he couldn't stop thinking about them and about spending time with them. But now he couldn't invite them to New York. Clary was going to marry Jace Lightwood, her high school sweetheart. Magnus swallowed dry.

High school love. Lightwood. He had very different thoughts when he thought about his high school love and a certain boy who also owned the name Lightwood. It'd been 10 years since he last saw him. There had been a painful goodbye at the airport in Cincinnati. The Lightwoods. They owned the town when he left. The grocery shop, the tow-service company, the hardware store... and that little coffee shop he used to work at after graduation. Then he left for New York and the fashion industry. For his dream. He gave up on love to make his dreams come true.

Magnus took a deep breath. His heart was racing while he was waiting at the airport's restaurant, playing with the paper napkin next to his coffee cup. Ten years was a long time but now, and yet, three weeks seemed even longer to him.

He was going to spend three weeks away from New York in the middle of 'nowhere'. His Biscuit, Clary,'s request was that he spent more time there before the wedding. And Magnus couldn't say no. Clary was his Biscuit, the one and only. And this was the biggest day in her life. Magnus wanted her to be happy. He could manage 3 weeks away from work. For her, for Clary.

Three weeks and he was never going back. He was wondering how different his hometown could be after ten years. How the people he used to know had changed in those years. The people. A person.

*

  "You're gonna make it, Magnus! Don't worry! I know you're gonna pass the exam." He said. His eyes shining and the edge of his mouth curled up softly.

How much he loved that sincere smile. They were sitting next to each other, on the floor between two bookshelves at the library of the Maysville High School, for three hours now. The library wasn't busy. They were the only ones there. Who was going to spend their Friday night at a library? Magnus felt his heartbeat in his ears when their shoulders brushed as Alec looked at him.

"I don't know, Alexander. I think my brain is pretty blurry by now." Magnus replied.

"You can do this." Alec said and pushed a strand of hair from Magnus' face.

Magnus' heart skipped a beat and he swallowed. His body was motionless. He didn't dare move. Alec didn't pull his hand away, trailing it down Magnus' cheek, looking deep into his eyes. That soft hand was touching his face. He felt Alec's fingers shaking a little, those beautiful long fingers. Magnus licked his lips unwittingly and Alec's gaze went down on his mouth. He leaned in and stopped a few inches away from Magnus' face, looking into his eyes again. Magnus gathering his courage to lift his hand and stroke Alec's arm, giving him permission to continue. Magnus saw the relief in the other's eyes. Then he closed his own and their lips brushed lightly.