The same routine every day after Alec left. Wake up. Eat. Watch TV. Sleep. Repeat. Life had become boring. Yes, boring. I never thought life could be boring. Life for me had always been full of parties and magic and travel and illegal adventures. Now I did nothing. All. Day. Long.
A breakup had never affected me this hard. Deaths, yes - but not breakups. Getting upset over a breakup was a petty mundane concern. Not a High Warlock of Brooklyn concern.
I sighed inwardly. This was stupid. I was being stupid. Alec had done something unforgivable. I needed to hate him. I needed to get over him.
But I couldn't.
I sighed again, out loud this time. I was splayed across a couch, eating Chinese food, wearing a robe, watching America's Next Top Model, with nobody but a cat for company.
"You love me, right Chairman?" I asked, looking at my companion. He jumped off the couch and stalked off, his tail in the air.
Great. Now even my own cat had left me. This was getting ridiculous. I needed somebody to talk to. A friend. That was a pretty short list. Ragnor was dead. Catarina would scold me about taking time out of her oh so busy schedule. The only option left was Tessa. I hoped she wasn't still in the Amazon. I reached for my phone on the table next to me.
After scrolling though my long contacts list (you accumulate a lot of acquaintances over the decades) I finally found her number. I pressed the call button.
After three rings, she picked up. "Hi, Magnus!" she said cheerfully. "How're things going?"
I wanted to say that I was fine. That I was having the time of my life. Instead, I almost started sobbing. "Terrible. Can you come over?"
"Magnus, are you okay?" she asked, sounding concerned now. "What happened?"
"I'll tell you when you get here."
"I'm portaling now." She hung up.
Five minutes later, Tessa and Catarina portaled into the middle of my loft.