A/N: I know that I've been gone for so long, and that I've got other stories to update, but I think I'll be focusing on drabbles for a while. Drabbles and one-shots, and I may not even update as frequently or as quickly, so please excuse me. Ah, well, hope you guys enjoy!


"Why won't you look at me?" Magnus asked, gripping my arms. His nails were lightly digging into my sweater as I continued to avoid his cat-like eyes.

"Why?" he repeated, his voice cracking as if he would cry. And perhaps he would.

"Don't worry about it," I managed to say. I didn't want to hurt him—he was a special person to me, a very important person . . . but the love that I have felt for him was wavering, slowly and surely. The thing was, even though I love him less now, I don't plan on leaving him—though it was clearly hurting the both of us.

"Stop lying to me."

"I'm not." His grip tightened and I restrained myself from flinching.

"I'm not stupid, Alec," Magnus scowled. He took my chin in his hand and forced me to meet his eyes. "Why won't you look at me?" he questioned again.

I averted my gaze. "I can't."

"Tell me why." Magnus leaned down and pressed his forehead against mine. "Please tell me why."

If I looked at you, I wouldn't be able to lie to you. I wouldn't be able to say those sweet things. I wouldn't be able to give you support. You're still special to me, but this . . . we're not meant to be.

I could only shake my head and apologize.