A/N- Thankyou soooooo much to debookworm01 for betaing this, your amazing. Enjoy this don't usually write sad stuff so hopefully this is ok.
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It was so small. How could someone die so young? How was it fair? Alec scrunched his eyes shut, praying that when he opened them his little brother would be standing there beside him, asking if they could go to the store to buy comics. But he knew when he opened his eyes his little brother wouldn't be with him, looking up through his over-sized glasses. Instead, he would see a large graveyard, with a tiny casket waiting to be lowered into the ground. He was too young, so innocent. But that bastard didn't care. He had taken the life of a child, because he was too fucked up to give a shit.
Cold, hard rage swept through Alec's body. He gritted his teeth, and clamped his hands together, causing his nails to break the skin on his palms. But even pain was better than watching his baby brother sink slowly into the ground.
He didn't see the people around him. He was too caught up in his own feelings of despair and anger to notice his sister sobbing so hard her body shook, and that she blamed herself for everything. He didn't notice his mother and father clutching hands, trying to stay strong, but failing. He didn't even notice Jace, the boy he had once believed he loved, staring murderously ahead. Inside his mind planning how to make Sebastian pay for what he did. No, Alexander Lightwood didn't care about what his family was going through, or at least he couldn't get past his own grief to even think about it.
Gently, a hand landed on his shoulder. He whirled around in surprise to see the one thing that would keep him alive in the months to come; Magnus. A sob ripped its way up his throat as he flung himself into his boyfriend's arms. Burying his face in the warlock's chest, he began to think of what was to come. How he would never see Max again. How he would never see him grow up. No more over-sized glasses. No more Manga books.
"Oh god Magnus, what do I do?" Alec whispered, looking up into green and gold slitted eyes. Magnus didn't say a word. Only put a finger under Alec's chin, and gently touched his lips to his boyfriend's. Alec tried to deepen the kiss, desperate to escape this horrible feeling of self-hatred, but Magnus softy pulled away and stroked Alec's face tenderly. Then, taking the Alec's hand, the 800yearold warlock turned them both back to the casket, just in time to see the last shovelful of dirt be placed on top.
How could a boy so young be dead? How could someone bring themselves to take an innocent's life? Max hadn't even been trained yet. Why was life so unfair?
A/N- Thank you for actually taking time to read this. Please R&R and be nice! Constructive criticism is also welcomed ;)