So I wrote yet another sad. Malec.
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Magnus didn't know what he'd done wrong.
He was alone now, with nobody to keep him company, no one to curl up and watch stupid TV shows with.
He hadn't thrown a party in months. Not since that day. Magnus was too sad, surrounded by empty take out containers and loneliness. He refused to leave the house. However, he did leave it once. Only once.
Magnus Bane was honestly depressed, and for once, he wished he wasn't immortal. That he was ordinary. Completely mundane.
He often wore one of Alec's left-behind sweatshirts, even though they were absolutely dreadful. Alec had left an old stele behind, and he often rolled it between his thin fingers, expecting him at any moment to come in and demand for Magnus to hand it over.
He stared at the wall, Alec's scarf wrapped around him. He shouldn't have kept it. It was a gift to Alec. It should be with him...
Magnus blankly watched TV, not processing anything being said. He didn't move when the phone rang. He didn't take jobs. The only reasons he moved were usually to run his fingers over the counter before making himself a cup of coffee from the coffee maker he'd bought for Alec.
Magnus could tell his depression was making poor Chairman Meow suffer. He often forgot to fill the cat's bowl. Finally he got it through his head that he didn't want to lose his cat and be completely alone.
No one ever really visited him anymore. Except for Catarina, who was (in all honesty) just making sure Magnus hadn't died. But no. He was alive. And some part of him didn't really like that. He just wished he'd answered Alec's call, Izzy's calls, anyone's calls. He wanted Alec to text him, knock on the door, call him. It didn't matter what he said anymore, he just wanted to hear Alec's voice again. He needed to hear his voice. Going to see him had only intensified that need.
Magnus felt a tear roll down his face. He angrily swiped at his face, trying not to cry.
It didn't work. And he cried. He cried harder than he had before. His mind told him it was okay, it was alright to be sad. And Magnus realized that his brain was right. It was okay. He could cry, and be sad, as long as he remembered Alec. Remembered every stupid joke, every fit of beautiful laughter. Every coffee-scented morning, every kiss.
So he did. For the first time, Magnus Bane let himself remember. He remembered everything.
He remembered them watching a stupid movie together. He remembered Alec saying how much he loved that movie. He remembered Alec laughing and begging to watch it. He moved off the couch and found the movie. He put it on and wrapped himself in Alec's favorite blanket. As the movie played, he remembered every reason Alec loved it. He remembered every reason he loved Alec.
He loved the way Alec laughed, the way he smiled. He remembered the way Alec's eyes shone when he looked at Magnus. He remembered everything that had made Alec so wonderfully, beautifully... Alec.
As he let himself remember, he felt himself smile for the first time since Alec died.
~Fin.