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A/N: I wrote this off the top of my head. Reviews are loved! Flamers are eaten! Have a good day. It's a short little one-shot. Hope you like it!
Magnus frowned as his doorbell rang. He couldn't remember the last time someone rang it; the downworlders knowing how much he hated the sound. He walked to the door, remembering the days when he let in shadowhunters to help. He couldn't get the empty feeling out of the pit of his stomach. He had to let him go so they could both move on, didn't he? He could still remember the pain in his eyes as he stumbled backwards, almost as if Magnus had hurt him.
"Who dares ring the doorbell of the great Magnus Bane?" He demanded as he yanked the door open, blinking slightly into the night.
"You haven't changed one bit." Isabelle commented. "I have come to talk to you."
It seemed as if she had been crying recently, which was one of the only reasons Magnus had let her in. Last time he had seen her, she cursed at him, telling him the next time she saw him, he would be the one crying in the street, if he wasn't dead. That had been over ten years ago. "The time has gone by fast." Magnus commented, leading her to the living room of his flat.
"I have come for only one reason Bane, do not test me." Isabelle snapped, making Magnus shake his head. He had missed the bite in her words.
"I normally don't answer my door to Nephilim. Tell me why I must do so now please. Or I can kick you out." Magnus warned, growing bored of the idle chatter.
"I have come for one reason alone. Alec," she said, watching as Magnus stared at her, his face the perfect mask of shock as he stared at her.
"I broke if off to save him. It wasn't healthy." Magnus mumbled.
"He left a letter for you. He was killed yesterday by demons." Isabelle said.
"Why didn't you come get me? I would have come and healed him!" Magnus snapped, eyes showing his anger.
"Alec didn't want your help. He left you a letter though." Isabelle said, tossing it to Magnus.
He picked it up, hands trembling as he looked it over before he opened it, wondering why he was doing that.
My Dear Love,
As I sit here writing, I reflect on the times we spent together. But now I can't help but wonder why you chased me away. I thought you loved me? But I guess it wouldn't matter. If you are reading this, you know I have passed on. I never thought thinking of you and it must be killing Isabelle to go to your home and give this to you. I want you to know that I loved you even when you broke up with me.
I have decided to follow a different life. I will only hunt demons. I know it may seem strange, but I will want a quick death when it all ends. I am sorry, but I forbid them to get you no matter what. Cry if you have to. I know that I died and I know that you would hate me. I have nothing left to live for once you cut yourself away. I am sorry.
I love you, but I don't want life without you. It is easier then killing myself, which I forbid you to do. Live for me, live for you. Build a life for yourself somewhere far away. I want you to live for both of us now Mag.
Love Alec
Magnus stared at the paper. "He had thirty years at least. But he's gone…" he whispered to himself, feeling the tears running down his face. He blinked, realizing it was suddenly dark in the room. But he didn't care, he only thought, the paper clung to his chest tightly as he cried.