Him.

The beginning.

     She sat in the same booth she always did, staring at her coffee swirling just like her emotions and memories flooding her mind. It wasn't that she didn't know what she had to do it's why she was doing it. He had consumed her just like a drug, and she most definitely craved more. The truth is, she didn't care about going behind his lover's back she actually enjoyed watching they're "perfect" relationship fall to pieces. However, she hated being his second choice, she always was and always will be. No one could top his lover in his eyes but he still runs to her if he's feeling lonely.
     She sighed as these thoughts danced in her mind.
     Was he always going to choose him? Was she just a midnight call? It all seemed so clear but she couldn't walk away.
      Taking a sip of her coffee she mumbled, "Alec Lightwood you are going to be the death of me."