First fanfiction ever, so reviews and constructive criticism would be welcomed!

I don't own the characters, all rights go to the fabulous Cassandra Clare!

(Alec's POV)

Alec slumped against the wall of the subway, watching people get on and off the car, but not really seeing them. He sat there, taking in everything, trying to make sense out of everything that had just happened.

He remembered spinning around and looking at his boyfriend, dread seeping into every fiber of his being. Everything after that was a blur. The warlock telling him that it was over. The knee-weakening kiss, Magnus saying he loved him, but it didn't matter. Alec fought to keep from crying. Alec had come out to his parents for him, to be with him, and he just had to go and mess it up. If only Magnus had stayed, and let him explain that he wasn't going to make him mortal, he just wanted to learn more about Magnus, since Magnus didn't seem too keen on sharing about his past. And lastly he remembered Magnus turning and walking away from him, from their relationship. And that was when Alec knew, he knew that it was all his fault. And Alec had just let it happen.

Before Alec even knew what he was doing, he was up and out of the subway. It was dark now, he must've been down there for a long time. He wandered the streets for a bit before he came to a stop in front of a familiar door. Magnus' door. Alec bit his lip, welcoming the pain as he turned away sharply, now walking for a purpose.

(Isabelle's POV)

As Isabelle made her way through the institute to her room, she heard a loud clattering sound of something heavy being knocked over. Demons, she instantly thought. The institute was supposed to be demon protected, but over the past few months, no one could be completely safe.

She ducked into an alcove and felt the coolness of her whip slither down to her feet. Quickly, she made her way to the entrance where the noises were getting louder. Heart beating fast, she took one quick look at the humped black figure before the whip was around its leg and it dropped to the ground with a weirdly human cry of surprise.

"What the hell?"

"Alec!" Isabelle retracted her whip back into a bracelet and went to her brother's side. "It's three in the morning, what are you doing up?"

"What are you doing up?" he snapped back, but Isabelle could tell his words were sluggish and his eyes weren't focusing on her. He was drunk.

"Alec," she said quietly. Usually her brother never got drunk, he was the clean and practical sort of guy. Something was definitely wrong if there was something he was willing to get drunk over.

She helped Alec to his feet, despite his protests. After they reached his room, his incoherent mumbling had stopped and his eyelids were droopy. Isabelle dumped Alec on his bed and unlaced his boots and put them by the door. By the time she was done, he was snoring softly. She sighed softly, wishing she could get into that big brain of his, figure out what he was thinking and what possessed him to do something like getting stupidly drunk. She closed the door and went back to her room.

(Alec's POV)

Alec awoke with a start. But then he wished he hadn't. His head buzzed and the room swam before him. His muscles ached. He thought back to the day before, not remembering fighting any demons in the slightest. The whole day came rushing back to him and he sank further into his bed, squishing the pillow over his head.

Today was the day Magnus had told him to pick up his stuff at the apartment. Actually, he had told him to remove his stuff yesterday, but Alec had other intentions. Alec moaned into the mattress. Thinking about Magnus was not helping his hangover.

After wallowing in his bed for a few more hours, Alec decided to actually get up, even though every muscle in his body was screaming for him not to. The window at the far end of the room seemed to be a window to the surface of the sun and Alec shielded his eyes and squinted through his eyelashes. He didn't bother to change. He quickly grabbed his boots and sunglasses from Izzy's room and was out the door.

Alec wanted to walk slowly to Magnus' apartment since he was dreading it so much, but Izzy's sunglasses were the worst sunglasses on earth and he practically ran to Magnus' apartment, desperate to get out of the midday sun. Alec pressed the buzzer for 'Bane' a few times that Magnus would've answered if he'd have been home, so Alec took that as a green light and unlocked the door.

The people in the downstairs apartment were still fighting. There was a box of chocolates at the foot of the door with a note saying 'I bought your favourite'. Alec had never thought he would resort to ever doing that, but after thinking about it, he would do almost anything to get Magnus back.

Alec climbed the stairs and unlocked the door to the apartment. It smelled exactly like it always did. Like the distinct smell of Magnus, burned sugar, a twinge of sandalwood, and… beer? Magnus must have hosted a party. He certainly got over Alec quickly.

He knew immediately that Magnus wasn't here. Alec knew this was good; he could collect his things in peace and leave to wallow around in self-pity. But something in the back of his mind was telling him that he wanted Magnus to be there. So he could explain and maybe somewhere along the road, Magnus would forgive him. Tears formed in Alec's eyes as he looked around. Every object in this apartment held a memory, and only now did he realize that's why Magnus kept so many useless trinkets and knickknacks. They were the only things that Magnus could use to recollect that memory. Alec wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and got to cleaning up his stuff.

Alec threw in clothes, books, hair gel that he barely used. He pondered whether he should leave it for Magnus. He would sure use it more than him. He decided against it and threw it in the garbage bag he had brought. It would look silly going home with, but he would glamour himself and that would be that. Alec took anything and everything that was his, and maybe even some of Magnus' stuff, Alec had stopped paying attention a while ago. Before he knew it, he was lugging his stuff down the stairs. The chocolates in front of the neighbour's door was gone. Alec could only hope that the person would take the other back. Life was too short to spend it fighting.

That was something Alec had learned the hard way.

I don't really know if I like this, I might remove it and re-do it. Review if you want me to continue, review if you want me to re-do it! Thank you!

~Arlynn