This more hysterical than I would normally write
Magnus point of view
Magnus watched as Tessa stared down at Will.
She was silently crying over her dead husband.
He had tried to kill an Abbadon demon, but failed. Magnus had tried to help. But it wasn't good enough.
He hated watching her like that.
He knew what it was like to lose someone.
He didn't want to see her go through it.
He stepped into the dimly lit light.
He walked closer to her.
"Tessa, you okay?" he asked, stopping right behind her.
She brushed a tear off her cheek.
She didn't turn around.
She didn't say a word.
"Tessa?"
She wailed.
"It's not fair." She whispered.
He placed a hand on her shoulder.
He looked down at Will.
"What's not fair?" He asked, although he knew what she meant.
She turned abruptly.
He glared at him.
"ALL THIS SHIT IS UNFAIR!" She said, tears streaming down her face.
He put his hands on both of her arms.
"Tessa calm down. Everyth-"
"NO!" She shouted, struggling to get her arms out of his grip,"I CAN'T CALM DOWN. HE'S GONE! HE'S GONE!"
He tightened his hands on her arms as she thrashed.
Tears flowed down, as she screamed and protested.
He could picture Will and how he would be reacting at her pain and sadness.
He would pull her to him and whisper reassuring things in her ear like any other husband would, but there relationship was different.
It was better.
Will also would've taken her by the arms, wipe her tears and tell her to stop crying. He would tell that he would always be with her and put his hand on her heart. He would've said they would meet again soon and hug her till she felt better.
He didn't blame her for being the way she was now. He would've been that way to.
She kept flailing her arms until they were free.
"He left. He could have stayed. He could have tried to stay."
She found a bouquet of red roses given to the stoney figure by Henry and Charlotte Branwell.
She threw it across the room and reached for another bouquet.
She slammed the bouquet on the floor.
She started to kick it. Petals were flying everywhere.
"He left! He gave up everything! He gave up, Jem, Jessamine, Charlotte, Henry, Sophie! He gave up everything! He gave up me!" She said kicking the petals so hard it hit the wall.
She slammed the bouquet against the wall.
Magnus walked over and tried to stop her by wrapping his arms around her.
She wrenched out of his arms and swung on him.
"Stop! Stop it! Just leave me alone!"
He had never seen anything like this. What was going on? Was she going mad after Will's death?
But he knew something was wrong and he had to help her.
He had to do something.
Tessa was banging her fists on the wall.
"Tessa, You know he loved you. He wouldn't have just left you. He was killed."
It hurt him to say those words.
Tessa kicked the wall and continued to punch it.
She was crying more than ever now.
Magnus walked over to her and gently brought her away from the wall.
"Magnus, stop!"
She wailed.
"NO!" Magnus yelled. "You know all this shit your saying is a lie so stop. He wouldn't leave you and you know it!"
She sunk to the floor and put her head in her hands.
Her shoulders shook and she sniffled, as tears flooded her cheeks.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Magnus whispered, he squatted on the floor next to her.
His hand on her back rubbing small circles.
She and him sat there the rest of the night, Magnus rubbing her back and Tessa wailing over the loss of Will.
I'm sorry if you found that disturbing...