Why?" Magnus asked, his eyes boring into Alec's. "Why? Why do you push me away? Why won't you answer me? Alec?"
Alec only shook his head mutely. He could not tell him. "Alec, please," Magnus begged. "Please. Alec, I love you."
Again Alec shook his head. "Not after this, you won't," he muttered darkly.
"After what?"
Alec sighed, running his hand through his hair. "Just- just kiss me one more time," he told the warlock, who, looking confused, did as he asked.
"Why-" he began.
"Camille told me she could make you mortal again and I was interested at first and-" Alec explained.
"Wait, wait." Magnus held up a hand.
"You tried to shorten my life?"
Alec looked down. "You see," he said quietly. "I told you."
Magnus's eyes blazed. Alec, this time, held up a hand.
"I know you hate me now. Before you do it, I will. Magnus, I love you. But...I'm leaving. For you. For good."
"Good!" Magnus exclaimed. "Alec, how- how could you? Get out! Get out now!"
Magnus stormed out, slamming his own door. It rattled on it's hinges. Alec sighed, tears in his eyes. He gathered his stuff out of Magnus's room. After looking around the house, for what he knew would be the last time, he closed his eyes, scribbling something in permanent marker in the middle of Magnus's kitchen table. He walked to the font door, looking back one last time.
It was time to say goodbye. Time to let him go.
"Magnus," he whispered, tears sliding down. "Magnus!"
He desperately wanted the warlock to appear, to hug him, say he was forgiven, kiss him and, most of all, love him.
"Magnus..." The words hung there, empty.
"Magnus..."
His hand slipped from the door as it closed. Alec silently cried, thinking over and over again, Magnus...Magnus...
He couldn't think about it. Ignore what you wrote on the table. It's history, he's gone. Forever.
Because it was time to say goodbye. Time to let him go. Ignoring everything he felt for Magnus- the sadness, despair, happiness, anger, and, most of all, love- he walked on, in the rain, thinking about what he had written.
Aku cinta kamu...Querida.
Okay. I know, I cried while writing this. I know, I'm just as bad as Cassandra Clare. I know, you want to murder me. Whatever. I'm pretty sure you know what that last sentence means, as long as you've read COLS, but in case you don't it means I love you and Querida is Spanish for darling; beloved. Aku cinta kamu is Indonesian, by the way. I guess Magnus is that talented. :)