Disclaimer: I do not own the Mortal Instruments.
A/N: I wrote this last week and I cannot believe I'm posting it. It really sucked.
Death
Alec is dead.
Those words had been tormenting Magnus for days. Alec is dead.
The boy had only been 19 years old. Alec is dead.
He and his sister and Jace had gone out demon hunting and ended up fighting a greater demon. Alec is dead.
He didn't come back alive. Alec is dead.
Magnus can remember the scene perfectly: The door to his flat being broken down, Jace carrying Alec over to him, demanding he fix Alec, Isabelle sobbing in the doorway, and Alec, his sweet, beautiful, innocent Alec, his Alec who didn't deserve this, dead and covered in his own blood. Alec is dead.
For the next few days Magnus tries to think about alec alive. Alec is dead.
His smooth pale skin, his soft black hair, his sweet pink lips, and his eyes, his bright, beautiful blue eyes. Alec is dead.
His smile. Alec is dead.
His laugh. Alec is dead.
His tears. Alec is dead.
The first time they met. Alec is dead.
The first time they touched. Alec is dead.
The first time they kissed. Alec is dead.
The first time they made love. Alec is dead.
But all Magnus can think about is- Alec is dead.
Alec is deaddeaddeaddead.
And without Alec in his life, Magnus realizes, he is too. Alec is dead.