The twilight slanted in through the curved windows of Magnus' penthouse, and Alec was a picture of beauty, dark against the fading sunset. Magnus looked at him, young and handsome and with years in front of him, years that would fade into the darkness of black, and once again he was struck with the thought: I cannot follow.
He will go, and I cannot follow.
Chairman Meow, sensing something, leaped onto the couch beside him. Alec turned to look at him, and those midnight blue eyes sparked with life.
Magnus shivered under Alec's touch, and all his thoughts dropped away, butterflies fleeing into the safety of the shadows.
How can I follow?