Disclaimer - All characters belong to Cassandra Clare. You probably know her, else you wouldn't be here.
Alec and Simon are sitting by the park watching their children play. Young Max is now 5 years old and Little Arya is 2. Magnus was making sparks appear and Arya was completely hypnotised by that. Izzy and Max seemed to be in the middle of a war scene, fighting with any weapon they can find.
Alec asked Simon "Do you ever still think what would be if you hadn't lost your memories? We never really spoke about it, not really discussed what you felt."
"It felt like the worst thing then, but now it feels like it was the best thing that happened." Simon replied.
"It's not that I have anything against vampires. But if I was one I wouldn't have had little Arya, losing my memories seems like a small price to pay for that. Today everything is how it would have been. Also, the immortality I couldn't have dealt with. Growing and seeing everyone I love die? Seeing Izzy die. Clary? "
"It's hard for people who die, but they are gone." Simon continued. Not really thinking about what he was saying, all he was thinking about was how lucky was. "It's harder for the people who live. Living the same life but without the people you love and knowing that you'll never join them, that your life won't ever be the same. Magnus had told me once that he and I would be the only ones…"
He looked at Alec and saw that Alec had gone completely pale. He was gripping the bench tightly, his knuckles white.
"Oh my," said Simon. "I didn't realise. I am so sorry. I…"
"No, It's I.. I.. " Alec stammered. "Thank you for…"
He didn't finish that sentence, he got up and left.
He needed to speak to Magnus.