When I started this I was planning on working on the next chapter of 'All Is Fair in Love and War' but I was feeling angsty and got this idea and ran with it. This story takes place a few months after a break up. I origionally planned on alec and magnus povs being in the same chap and having this be a one shot but now I got impatient and really wanted to put this up so…

Disclaimer- I don't own the mortal instruments, Magnus, or Alec. If I did they would always be doing naughty things for me. And no, I wouldn't share them.

(Alec POV)

I pulled my hood over my head and bent against the wind, squinting through the snow. It was falling heavily and I could barley see two feet in any direction. As soon as my hands left my it and were shoved back in my pockets the hood blew off again and my hair was covered in the frozen substance. I cursed and pulled it back up shivering when the snow that was caught in the hood slid down my back. I trudged on, still holding the fabric over my head. My fingers began to go numb I wished again that I had searched more thoroughly for my gloves before leaving.

The quietness of the street was daunting. I shuffled along, listening the crunching sound of my boots compressing the snow; a sound I had enjoyed as long as I could remember.

The glow of streetlights in what I assumed was the parking lot ahead of my made everything blurrier and turned my suroundings into a shifting yellow mass. My foot caught on a curb and I grunted as I stumbled and righted myself. I pushed through a knee deep snowdrift and jogged across the icy asphalt to the small, simply decorated coffee shop. The luminescent sign above the store that used to spell 'coffee' mow had most of its letters burned out and read -of-e. I pushed the old door open with my shoulder and finally let my hood drop, shaking the remaining white flecks out of my hair. Thrusting my hands in into my armpits I made my way to the back of the short line of people that had also braved the weather for the sake of caffeine.

Before long I was waiting for the coffee I had ordered and tearing off a piece of a disappointingly bland croissant. When the woman read my name off the side of the cup I retrieved it and thanked her. With the strong scent and steam rising against my face bidding to cheer me up I padded through the sparsely occupied tables to a booth against a wall. It wasn't until I sat down in one of the worn old red-cushioned chairs and put both hands around my coffee to thaw them that I saw him. Magnus was staring at me from across the store, holding a drink of his own. I wondered how long he had been watching me.

When I noticed him he waved at me uninterested. Just the wave brought a rush of renewed pain through me. It was something I knew well, more of a wiggle of his fingers than the generic moving hand. How was he so calm about this? I hoped I was managing a straight face when I raised my hand to return the gesture but he had already looked down at the newspaper I just noticed resting on his table.

I kept my gaze on him. Everything was familiar about Magnus. The hours of staring at him when we were together weren't enough. His eyes were the same bright green color and the slant hadn't changed. The sharp angles of his face were still just as beautiful and the slight frame that was bulked up a bit by thick winter clothes was slouched carelessly against the chair, long legs stretched out past the rustic legs of the wooden table.

Seeing the person I had been trying so hard to forget about was like a blow to the chest. My breath hitched when the force of what happened hit me again, but it was inevitable, wasn't it? I was so stupid to think I ever meant anything to Magnus. I never noticed I was just another in his extensive chain of lovers. He hadn't even looked up at me again but I couldn't tear my eyes away. I can't believe I fell in love with him believing he, an immortal that has been with more people than I could count, felt he same. I was a distraction. He would never actually love someone that would only be there for a fraction of his life. In a few years I bet he wouldn't even remember me. I'd be just another name lost in history to him.

I found myself wondering if he already found someone else. Someone more experienced than me at relationships. Someone that would be willing to kiss in public. I thought about it and it was probably my shyness that drove him away when he had always loved attention. He never said why he broke up with me but I imagine that's why. All he did say was that it would be better if we didn't do 'romantic things' together anymore. And then he left without explaining more.

Magnus seemed to have forgotten I was even there, absorbed in whatever he was reading. I guess I didn't know him as much as I thought. I never would have pegged him as a newspaper reading kind of guy.

His expression was indifferent as cat eyes skimmed the paper. It was terrible to notice that while I was on the verge of tears from just seeing him he seemed to have already forgotten my presence all together. Still, even now that I knew the irrelevance of our relationship from his point of view, I was thinking of things I could have done. Would have done. Should have done. Things that might have resulted in us staying together for just a little bit longer. Things that would have made it so he didn't get bored and move on.

The saddest part of all of this though was how much I put into all this, and how dependent I had become on the Warlock. Magnus had been my entire life for the time we were dating. I had sacrificed so much for him and now it was all worth nothing. Or the saddest part might be that even after a few months remembering his smile still made me cry. I grew up convincing myself I was strong. I was so wrong. Just seeing him in a coffee shop was making me want to do an insanely dangerous, Jace-like thing. Or saddest part could have been falling so deeply in love with him that I would never be able to accept that all the kindness and tenderness he showed me was an act. Even if I found out it was fake while we were together I never would have left him. I would have dealt with a bad relationship and lung to the memories, witch now is all that I'm doing instead of moving on. The saddest part is that I thought he was my true love, my soul mate, second half, and all the other sappy titles for the person you would die for. He had taken up my whole heart and now that he was gone I felt impossibly empty and cold and alone. I needed him like I needed air and it had all but killed me to see him to walk away.

Magnus got up and folded his newspaper under his arm, threw away his empty cup and sauntered out of the store.

The saddest part was that I still loved him. Still wanted one last kiss. It was that I had to force myself not to run after him and beg on my knees for another chance. I would brave the storm outside a thousand times over for another chance. I knew I would never get another chance. Magnus was my everything but to him I meant nothing.

So I plan on posting magnus's pov of the encounter really soon- within a week, maybe in as little as two days so alert this if you are interested and now im thinking about making this a multi chapter thing- with followup to the coffee shop… anyway I will post the next chap sooner if you review ;)

Hoped you guys liked it