Coming to Grips
This one-shot's gonna be a tragic one, so be warned~
All I can hear is the steady beep.
I always knew that a time like this would come, and yet somehow, I'm still surprised.
What is it that I'm surprised about?
Is it that I'm too old to walk next to him when we visit the local park, and he gets chased by random labradors, because he smells just like the spring and Chairman Meow?
Is it that I'm too tired chase after him when he forgets his wallet, but still wears my badly knitted purple scarf everyday, every week, every month?
Is it that I'm deaf to watch our favourite saturday night T.V. Shows without repeating every fourth line, to watch a movie without missing half the dialogue, to barely hear his heartbeat when he snuggles in, and my ear is right next to his warm heart, the heart that is filled with thoughts of me?
Is that what it is?
I can see the doctors crowd around my bed.
I think that the biggest reason, is that it all seems to float away slowly.
All the times I opened my door, to find him standing there. All the times he gave me bouquets of flowers that don't bloom that time of the year. All the times he would drag me from place to place, from council meetings, to his favourite amusement park, gripping my hand so tightly it felt like he would lose me if we weren't together in every second of his life.
I slowly recount these moments in my head, knowing that I can remember every single moment we had.
August 13th, 26 years ago, going to the beach even though it was raining, just because I was looking forward to it for days, and getting colds the next day.
July 17th, 41 years ago, going to a traveling fair, and coming back with popcorn and sodas, to find Magnus being hit on by some blonde bimbo. The concessionary foods being spilled, and me being coaxed by Magnus with his words so sweet I felt like I was drinking molasses, and the slight rush of fear on the rollercoaster. Suspended Bridge Effect I guess.
November 24, 37 years ago, getting ready for Christmas and somehow getting tangled up with Jace. Magnus absolutely fumed when he found out. We had on one of our worst spats that week. We both wept rivers that Christmas, and only got back together because of a kick in the teeth by my sweet ol' sister Izzy.
Hahaha, don't tell her I said that.
I notice the people flood in, one by one.
Izzy, Jace, Ma, Pa, and yes, even with our past feuds Clary, are precious people I hold in my heart.
And of course, the prince of my dreams, Magnus, High Warlock of Brooklyn, Bane. I can just see his smile, warming up my chest. Even as I grew older, it never failed in boosting me up with energy and splendour.
Everything about him is magic. His expressions, his voice, his touch, all make me feel like it's the first time we went on a date all over again.
A mellow hand grasps my own, and I can immediately tell that it's Magnus'.
I'd like that feeling to be with me until the end.
All I can hear is the steady beep.
"I"
*beep*
"love"
*beep*
"You"
*beep*
Oh, and Magnus' voice as his tears fall on my forehead.
