*Advice*: I'm not pretty good about writing fanfics and I really don't have a large experience about writing them, but I was inspired and with many City Of Glass/Malec feels so I decided to write this. So, here it is. I expect you'll hopefully have a good time reading this.
All the rights go to the amazing Cassandra Clare.
Words count: 630.
The sun was setting, – Alec observed from the large and old window – and, he realized with surprise, it felt more brighter today than in the other days. He kept there, frozen, admiring that beautiful spectacle. Then suddenly, he started to wonder why he has never seen this before. He had stayed there for many sunsets with Magnus he couldn't even count, and yet, he has never seen that sun burning so bright. Thinking of Magnus made Alec feel that pain crushing his heart. He has felt that pain so many times since they broke up that he was almost used to it. There he was, in Brooklyn, again; In that neighborhood that always brought many memories for him. He could see Magnus' loft; it seemed just like it always did. Painfully, Alec remembered the first time he has been there: Magnus' party. That one party in which he has seen, for the first time in his whole life, someone – not from his family - look at him, and even blink at him. That someone was Magnus, Magnus Bane, the High Warlock of Brooklyn. The same man who saved him from the demon poison; The same man who kissed him so softly when he asked him to a date.
Alec sighed. Magnus has never been an easy part of him, but however, he still was. A part that made him bleed inside, that made him regret, that one part that crushed his heart every time he thought about him. He started to look for Magnus' loft again. The pain he felt was really big, but he needed it. He didn't even know why, but he did.
Since they broke up, they have met 2 or 3 times; In fact, there were events where both of them were, but only Alec had seen Magnus – he thought – but Magnus hadn't seen him. And Alec looked him for a long, long time, but Magnus really didn't want to see him, he realized. In that moment, the last hope Alec was holding on to was burned, crushed. It was really over, Alec thought, again, reliving that moments in his mind, which made him spill a tear.
He felt a hand touch his back, it was a female one. Isabelle, he thought. She looked at him, and the mix of irritation and confusion in her face turned into a lot of pity. She knew her brother better than anyone, and she could see he was still torturing himself with those memories.
-Alec, – she said, a motherly tone in her voice, which was a little bit ironic, since Alec was older than her – wasn't the many days you've been in bed whining enough? It wasn't your fault. – she said and then seemed to realize what she'd said – Well, maybe it was, but if Magnus wasn't so proud he wouldn't keep hurting you. But relationships are what they are; You have to move on – she cleaned the tear on his face – and the first step to this is for you to joy our meeting.
Then, as if for the first time, Alec realized why they were on that rented loft: There were Clary, Jace, Isabelle, Simon, Luke and Jocelyn discussing about the new plan Jonathan had.
-Of course –said Alec, trying to recover and remove Magnus from his thoughts – I'll join you.