What Magnus had done cut deep into my feelings. The blatant dismissal... I felt abandoned. That somehow; he didn't love me, he never did, he lied. It was all a lie.
But still - I couldn't resist not trying to talk to him. I rang him the next day. Usually he'd pick up straight away, if not, the second call. I rang him the day after. He didn't pick up either time, nor did he call me back. I rang again, on the third day; then again and again, the worry building up inside of me - each time the phone went to voicemail - my heart faltering as if I were falling.
After a week, Magnus showed up at the Institute. I greeted him.
"Magnus, where have you--"
He walked straight past me.
I shuddered. Could he see me? Is he blind? What's going on?
"Magnus?" I followed him, he merely kept walking. I couldn't help but feel rejected. My throat had began to throb as I questioned the purpose of his ignorance. Did he hate me now? What did I do wrong?
Magnus went into another room and shut the door on my face. I cursed under my breath.
"Magnus?"
I had retreated back to my room for then... He's ignoring me. I get it... It's over. He doesn't like me. I felt myself shrink down to the size of a spec of dust. Magnus doesn't like me. Maybe... Maybe he's not the one for me.
Jace entered without knocking.
"What in the name of the Angel are you doing, Alec?" He frowned down at me.
I suddenly became aware of the fact that I was curled up beside my bed. Confused, I got to my feet, but soon realised that I couldn't stand properly; I wobbled, sitting on my bed.
"Nothing..." I replied blankly. Jace stared, as if I were alienated. He clearly thinks that I'm out of my mind...
"This is about him isn't it? Just accept it, move on with your relationship." Jace told me, as if I didn't know already.
"He hasn't talked to me in a week!" I blurted out.
Jace replied, "Then move on from him."
I stared. He didn't understand... I didn't know who I loved - Jace was always the one; he was always the safer option, other than a freaking Warlock. I loved Jace. But Magnus made me feel so much more. He showed me his love.
But I couldn't face the fact that I loved demon spawn. A Warlock.
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The Mortal Instruments; Magnus Bane, the High Warlock of Brooklyn
Romance"I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it -" - Lady Lazarus, by Sylvia Plath Bane lives dangerously and loves even more so. When his destiny intertwines with Alec Lightwood's path, the struggles to be recognised and acknowledge the...
