Everything is owned by Cassandra Clare (except the dialogue of course) This is my first story so please review!
I don't remember how long I sat there in the corner of my bedroom. At first I was distraught, the thought of what just took place scorching my heart. Then came the never ending stream of tears, and the blame. How could he do this to me? I thought over and over again. The memories kept flashing in my mind. The kisses, the caresses, the way he was always concerned for my well-being. Just the way he said my name.
The lights were turned down low, the glow of the city lights casting gentle shadows across our skin. Green eyes met blue, as we just lie in the oversized bed.
"Alec…"
"Stop!" I shout. I'm not sure how long I can take all of this.
I hear hurried footsteps in the distance. They're getting closer. I bury my head in my knees, ignoring the loud knock that follows.
"Alec! Open this door now!" I hear Isabelle yell.
I don't answer.
"Alexander Gideon Lightwood, you will open this door or I will break it down!" she says.
Reluctantly, I stand up. A wave of dizziness washes over me and I lean on the wall beside me for balance. Before making it to the door, I check my reflection. My blue eyes are rimmed with red, tears threatening to fall again. My hair is a tangled black mess. I look just as bad as I feel. Screw it. I open the door to see my sister. She just stares for a moment, taking in my appearance, then pulls me into a hug. I don't let go for a long while. Slowly, she backs away, still holding my sides.
"What happened?" she asks softly.
"You know exactly what happened," I answer coldly.
She gives me a glare.
"Don't be an ass. Tell me how it happened," she growls.
I stay quiet. If I told her about Camille…no, I couldn't. She would scold me, tell me what I've already told myself a million times over.
She puts a hand on my cheek and our eyes meet, "Alec, please…talk to me.
"He left me, that's it. He broke up with me and that's the end," I reply hastily.
I jerk away, what's left of my heart shattering at the hurt evident on her face. I slink back into my room, closing the door behind me. I hear her sulk away. I sit on my bed and rub my face. I don't hate him, but I don't know if I could ever forgive him. Perhaps time will change things, but he did make it very clear that he wants nothing to do with us - with me. I feel so many things: hurt, betrayal, confusion. They all jumble around in my head, it's giving me a migraine. Isabelle's footsteps have long faded away, I am alone. Why did this have to happen. First with Jace and now…with him. Maybe I'm not meant to find happiness, no, that sounds stupid. I'm acting like a child. I have to stay strong. Isabelle and Jace deserve that. I'm not going to make any promises, but I'll try to push these feelings aside. We have bigger things then my personal life to be worried about.
More memories fly by. Painful, emotional memories.
Will it ever end? Is it even possible to forget him?
Magnus Bane. The name haunts me, heart and soul.