STORMS ⤁ Alec Lightwood

'...Do not fall in love with people like me.
People like me will love you so hard that you turn into stone, into a statue where people come to marvel at how long it must have taken to carve that faraway look in your eyes.
Do not fall in love with people like me, we will take you to museums and parks and monuments and kiss you in every beautiful place so that you can never go back to them without tasting us, like blood in your mouth.
Do not come any closer. People like me are bombs, when our time is up we will splatter loss all over your walls in angry colors that make you wish your doorway never learned our name.
Do not fall in love with people like me. With the lonely ones. We will forget our own names if it means learning yours, we will make you think hurricanes are gentle, that pain is a gift. You will get lost in the desperation, in the longing for something that is always reaching but never able to hold. Do not fall in love with people like me. We will destroy your apartment, we will throw apologies at you that shatter on the floor and put your feet. We will never learn how to be soft, we will leave.
We always do...'
-Caitlyn Siehl

They never spoke of her name in front of Alexander Lightwood. Not even his own parabatai.
What happens when the girl everyone knew to be dead was alive after all?

(Based on the Freeforms TV series called 'Shadowhunters. Of course, all rights go to the gorgeous Cassandra Clare herself and all the characters except for Rosa and her family line. I understand that Alec prefers the entertainment of men but in this fanfiction, he is straight.)

(Also, some storylines are going to be changed as I want this whole fanfic to be solely based on Alec and Rosa so bear with me. Thank you and enjoy this story.)