"One has to pay dearly for immortality; one has to die several times while one is still alive."
-Friedrich Nietzsche
Magnus' long black hair, which had usually been spiked up and decorated with glitter, was hanging down limply. Shielding his face and eyes from all passers by as he walked toward his destination. Dressed in loose jeans and a black sweatshirt, he would never be recognized as the Brooklyn's high warlock, famous for wearing the brightest colours and clothes that often looked as if they had been painted on. As he walked on, he passed a young couple sitting on a bench hold hands, and felt a stab of jealousy surge through his chest. That was supposed to be him and Alec. But Alec was not with him anymore and he never again would be. When Magnus reached his destination, the heavens themselves seemed to feel that sadness that was coursing through him and let loose a torrent of rain. The water mixing with the salty tears was now flowing freely down his face as he bent down and placed a single red rose on the ground, and walked off in the downpour.
Alexander "Alec" Lightwood
January 15 1989 ~ March 28 2009
Brother, Friend, Lover
You will be missed by all.
"Death is not the greatest of evils; it is worse to want to die, and not be able to."
-Sophocles