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Angels Weeping
Alec walked through the cemetary, head down. His ink black hair was in dissaray, and his usually crystal clear blue eyes were red from crying. He'd never felt so much pain in his life.
It's all my fault, Alec thought. I'm the one who left him alone with that monster...
Alec looked up when he arrived at his destination. A grave for a young shadowhunter taken before his time, Max Lightwood; Alec's little brother.
I left him alone wih Sebastion. I trusted that monster with his life...It's all my fault.
Alec fell to the ground on his knees, tears running down his cheeks. Nephilim weren't supposed to show their emotions, no matter the circumstances. But Alec didn't care. His heart was breaking and he was sick of hiding everything inside.
"Max..." he sobbed. "I'm so sorry..."
Quiet footsteps came up behind Alec, but he didn't pay attention to them. He was too lost in pain.
"Alec..." a voice said quietly, as arms wrapped around Alec's neck.
"It's all my fault, Magnus...I left him alone with Sebastion. I wasn't there to protect him."
"No, Alexander. It's not you're fault." Magnus reassured him. Seeing Alec so broken was almost unbearable to the warlock. "He had us all fooled. And if you would've stayed, you would've died too. There's nothing you could've done."
"I could've at least tried!" Alec shouted with passion. "That would've been better than leaving him alone."
"Alec...you saved so many more people by doing what you did. Max would've understood. He would've be so proud of you if he could've saw you out there, defending the city."
Alec turned and looked at Magnus. His cat eyes were gentle and understanding. Alec leaned his head on Magnus's shoulder, allowing the warlock to hold and comfort him.
"Thank you, Magnus..." Alec quietly sobbed.
"No problem, darling." Magnus said with a soft smile on his face. He gently stroked Alec's hair, and kissed his forehead as rain gently began to fall on the cemertary.
Angels weeping for their young Shadowhuters, Magnus thought. It's almost beautiful...