Rain sprinkled down from the clouds, keeping the sun from shining. Mundanes cloaked in coats and jackets filled the streets. Cars drove by in stampedes, stopping once the light signaled them to. Alec stared out his window, then looked down. New York was just as gloomy as he was feeling. He couldn't get over Magnus leaving him, and he felt his eyes sting. He wasn't used to this feeling yet, but it seemed that he would have to suffer it even more: crying. He lied down on his bed, then threw the covers over him and closed his eyes, fighting back the tears.
He felt his heartbeat slow down a bit as he gripped his pillow, pretending it was the warlock. He held it for a while, wishing it would be him and hug him back. But, that wouldn't happen ever again. He remembered how Magnus would whisper to him at night after they made love, or when he would give Alec that grin. That one grin that he only gave to the Shadowhunter. It made him feel a bit warm inside when Magnus did that. "I miss you..." he whispered to himself, pulling his pillow over his head. Tears started to drip from his eyes. He hated doing it, he thought it made him wimpy, but he continued to anyway. He couldn't stop it now.
He could only sob until the pain was gone for a while.
