Magnus's PoV:
PROLOGUE:
There was one thing that I knew for sure: Alec was the only one for me. I know that I was deeply in love with William Herondale and Camille but my feelings for them do not even hold a candle to what I feel for Alexander Lightwood. I have no idea what it is about Alexander that draws me in so deeply. It could be his infinite love for his family or his awkward fashion sense (if you could call it a fashion sense) or maybe it is the gay fire that burns just beneath his skin that he only lets out when I am around.
Alec and my relationship was going perfectly. He finally came out of the closet and now everyone knew about our relationship, even his parents and homophobic relatives. Everyone seemed to be happy with our relationship. Alec was completely content and as far as he knew, so was I.
What my dear Alexander did not know was that I was worrying about was in store for us. In about thirty years Alec would be fourty-eight years old and his body would start to decline. Eventually Alec would die and I would no longer be able to live without my soul mate.
Soul mate. Those two words swam throughout my mind. I knew there was an answer but I couldn't think of what it was. I sat on my couch for five hours thinking of everyone I knew trying to find the answer to this question with Project Runway quietly proceeding in the background.
After a while I heard a knock on the door. I was too deep in thought to even consider answering it. I heard the lock unlatch and Alec walked in. I suddenly realized that I had not gotten dressed and that the living room had acquired a new dark interior, reflecting my brooding mood.
Alec had a confused look on his face and asked slowly, "What's wrong?"
"Absolutely nothing, Alexander!" I said perkily. The room suddenly turned from dark to bright pinks and smooth silvers and I snapped on a new outfit to match.
Alec quickly stepped back with surprise but I stepped with him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. I skipped into the kitchen completely forgetting what I was so worried about before and made Alec and I sandwiches.
Alexander, who had obviously had a rough day, was plopped down in the center of my new fluffy couch. I let the plate of sandwiches levitate over to the coffee table and I clapped my hands and Alec was changed from his Shadowhunter attire into his boring jeans and T-Shirt. I prowled over to Alec and straddled his lap lightly and planted a kiss firmly on his mouth. And from there we went into my bedroom forgetting about the sandwiches.