WARNING: Spoilers in this chapter for the ending of COLS. There are no warnings for the content of this chapter unless you don't like fluff that turns into sadness.

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Jace was grinning at the sight before him. Izzy was standing next to him a small smile teasing her lips. Jace let out a chuckle and Izzy shushed him. Alec walked into the room, oblivious.

"Hey guys, what-" He stopped mid sentence and dead in his tracks.

In the center of the kitchen, on the island table, was the biggest cake Alec had ever seen. It had blue frosting covering three thick layers; each layer at least a foot tall. Sitting on the little space left over on the counter was Magnus, swinging his legs and beaming.

"Happy birthday Alexander! I know its really tomorrow but you're all leaving for Idris tomorrow and I wanted to be able to celebrate with you before you left."

Alec's mouth was hanging open at the monstrous cake.

"I..." He started, unable to finish his thought. Jace laughed so hard he was tearing up. Izzy elbowed him in the ribs, causing him to double over, but it didn't stop his laughter.

"I knew he would react like that...Oh Raziel...Alec, your face!" Jace wheezed out between breaths. Magnus's smile dropped, insulted. Alec shot Jace a look before walking over to Magnus. He took his hands and helped him off the counter before hugging him and saying, "I love it. Thank you, Magnus." They parted and Magnus glanced over at Jace.

"Why is your obnoxious Parabatai laughing like an asthmatic hyena?" Magnus asked, making no attempt to be quiet or discreet about the comment.

"He just doesn't understand a gesture of affection." Alec replied, trying to explain delicately.

"He is probably just jealous that Clary didn't make him a cake." Magnus sneered in Jace's direction. Jace scoffed at Magnus's accusation.

"I'm laughing because your giant cake is taking up the whole goddamn kitchen."

"It's true," Alec admitted, "it's gigantic. Angel, Magnus, where am I going to put the leftovers?"

Magnus dismissed the comment with a hand gesture.

"I'll take care of that. I made the frosting the same color as your eyes." Magnus said nonchalantly, in a way that meant he expected a compliment.

"Its amazing. Thank you." Alec said, chuckling. Magnus reached out and dabbed frosting on Alec's nose.

"Hey!" He protested, but Magnus ran around to the other side of the table.

"And the Warlock exclaimed, 'Let them eat cake!'" He said ironically, before cutting pieces for everyone.

Alec accepted the cake and leaned in to kiss Magnus's cheek, but Magnus turned his head so their lips met instead.

Magnus opened his eyes to see that he was staring at the ceiling instead of into the blue eyes of his shadowhunter. He repressed a groan of irritation and rolled on his side. He glanced out the window and saw that the sun hadn't even began to breach the horizon. He sighed and closed his eyes.

Alec isn't my shadowhunter anymore. I need to let him go. Its better for both of us. He thought angrily.

He hadn't seen him since the break up and it was like his brain had reserved only his favorite memories for his dreams. It was becoming unbearably painful to have such sweet dreams and then yanked back into reality. If only I could live in my dreams, then I could see his face without pain accompanying me.

Magnus reached out to his nightstand and lifted up a picture he had put face down. It was a picture of them, one of his favorite pictures. It was from their vacation around the world. The picture was taken in Paris, behind them was the night sky and the Eiffel tower in the distance, but Magnus was too distracted to focus on the view.

Alec was smiling in this picture; A real smile that reached his blue eyes, which were focused on Magnus standing next to him. He was wearing a blue sweater that Magnus had forced him into, saying he needed more color in his wardrobe. Magnus looked at this picture and agreed that Alec looked great. The sweater brought out his eyes and he looked so handsome. His hair was windblown and his hand was in Magnus's. Magnus could remember how his warm fingers felt locked in Alec's icy ones. Magnus felt like his heart was caught in a bear trap when he saw they way Alec looked at him when he wasn't looking. I never would have seen this look if I hadn't had the picture taken. Magnus wondered how many other wistful, loving looks Alec had sent him when he wasn't paying attention.

Magnus remembered the song playing on the plane ride from Paris to their next destination. Magnus had been shocked when Alec offered one of his earbuds to Magnus so he could listen too. Alec had apologized about his favorite songs, saying they were probably really lame. Magnus hushed him and listened while Alec drifted off to sleep on his shoulder.

Magnus was four hundred years old, he would not allow himself to shed tears over a shadowhunter. He had promised himself that a long time ago; But, the tears were relentless. He pulled his duvet up to his chin and hoped sleep would come quickly, for he was desperate to see Alec's face again.

A/N: Awww that was sad. There will be more chapters soon!

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