It had been one month since Magnus had told Alec he wanted nothing to do with him. Alec hopelessly sat there in his room, flicking through the photos on his phone of him and Magnus. Those memories stabbed his chest whenever he looked at them, but Alec couldn't help himself. 'If it's meant to be, It will be,' He told himself every night before he went to sleep. Except, It wasn't meant to be. The thing that was meant to be was him and Magnus. Alec knew that Magnus was still everything to him. The only problem was, he felt that Magnus didn't see it that way anymore, and possibly never would again.